Two weeks of Shift Shop done. I feel stronger and somewhat leaner but slightly irritable. I suppose weeks of no carbs (except small amounts of starchy veggies) can do that to a person. This last week of the program cuts out the starchy veggies, so I’m trying to mentally prepare for that nonsense. I’ve been dedicated and on-point (not even sneaking a bite of mac-n-cheese from Maya’s plate) except for eating one mini-cupcake with no frosting today. So freaking good. Anywho, I’ll post a light run-down of the program and meal plan along with my (hopeful) weight loss and inches lost sometime next week in case anyone is interested. I have zero plans to post my before/after pics. Trust me, you don’t want that until I look like this again:

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Summer 2015 and soon-to-be Winter 2017

I can already tell you right now that my next round will have a modified eating plan that allows for some carbs. My kid doesn’t need Ms. Grumpy Pants for a mom.

Three weeks of zero alcohol as well. A few weeks ago, right before my bbq/pool party for some Portland friends, I decided that after said pool party I would cut alcohol out of my life until 1) I lost all the weight I gained while living in Portland and 2) I finished writing the first draft of my novel, Stupid Cupid.

Why did I decide on the alcohol exclusion, you ask?

Well, here’s a tidbit about myself: I love IPA. I mean, I like red wine as well (and that’s it for me for alcohol), but IPA is my thang.

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yum yum Pizza Port’s Swami’s IPA 

Hoppy, cold, high-calorie IPA. I’ve enjoyed it for a long time, but the past few years of the IPA explosion have been like Christmas to me. Couple that with moving to the craft brewery heaven of the US (breweries within walking distance of my old apartment) and an extended period of outright laziness thanks to the calm comfort of cool, rainy PNW weather (and perhaps a slight bout of depression) and you have a significant weight gain.


The weight gain not only made me physically unhealthy, it murdered my mojo. I am simply not comfortable with my body at this size, even if a potential partner is cool with my ample curves. I feel like a gelatinous blob. I don’t need to have rock-hard abs and a backside you can bounce a quarter off of, but I need to feel like myself again. I’m the only one who can change it, so change it is. I can already feel a shift in the way I carry myself again, so I know I’m s-l-o-w-l-y on my way.

The second part of my alcohol-free period is because I am not a spectacular or profound writer during/after drinking. I can brainstorm while kicking back a cold one, but the actual process of writing is different beast altogether. There are many writers who can pound out fantastic literature while intoxicated. I do not fall into that category. My drunken scribbles are disjointed and only moderately humorous at best. When I can understand them.

My brain has a tendency to wander far too much if I partake in adult beverages. I muse on life and love and what my life will be like five years from now, browse animal shelters looking for a dog to adopt, watch some Grey’s, post stupid stuff to FB, get lost in the Pinterest black hole and imagine all the cool stuff I’m *going* to create, and basically waste a buttload of time. My journaling is pretty damn interesting, I must admit. But journaling won’t pay the bills unless you’re Sedaris.

This may come as a shock to you, but I am not Sedaris.

So, I needed a huge reset, and that’s exactly what I have right now.


Here’s the thing: I don’t miss it much at all. I don’t have a special someone around who also loves IPA, so it wasn’t difficult to drop. It’s not something I need and my life runs perfectly fine without it. It was all about breaking a not-so-great habit and (re)creating a few old good habits. Thus, I’m writing more, exercising, and working toward the future I want.

Cheers to that.







My Body is Almost 29% Fat and it Sucks but I’m Extraordinary

Okay, y’all.  I had more hits yesterday than I have in quite some time, but not a soul had any suggestions for me.  Suck.  However, the formatting is clicking for me after watching a few movies and then studying the screenplays.  I just need a massive brainstorming session, and (hurray!) I have a three-day weekend to do it. 

Bad news:  I’m just a mess.  I still need to drop that last 5 pounds and I’m now having dreams that Jillian Michaels is breathing down my neck about it.  I weighed myself and obtained my fat % yesterday- yikes.  Oh- I also measured various body parts.  Must get serious about this.  You know you haven’t been exercising in a while when a cop bumps into you and says, “I haven’t seen you out running in a while.”  Ack.  Everyone keeps saying but you just had a baby, however that’s no longer an excuse in my book.  My baby is 7 months old now.  I can afford to unload a bit of junk in this trunk.

Good news:  A man called me extraordinary.  I think a woman should hear that sort of compliment every day.  What a boost to your self-esteem.  It’s makes you feel like you have a new haircut.

Tonight calls for a workout (aside from chasing Maya, that is) and maybe a glass of wine while I fling ideas. 

You have a wonderful evening.

The Verdict: Baby Bjorn For Us

Thus far, Operation Weight-Loss has not been a success.  It hasn’t exactly been a failure since I have dropped a whopping two pounds in the past three weeks, but I expect more of myself. 

The culprits?

Food.  It seems like my appetite is heartier now than before my pregnancy, and even more so since I started breastfeeding.  Apparently I’m not the only woman experiencing this.  It’s frustrating.  

Lack of sleep.  This is an area in which I have little control; the little miss decides when I can sleep and when I must be awake.  Sleep = better decision-making and greater energy level.  This is something that will only improve with time.

Exercise.  Now this is probably the area in which I feel I have the most control.  Usually.  I’ve had issues while on walks with Maya.  I tried to use the Moby wrap, but I don’t like it much.  It seems like no matter how snug I manage to wrap her, she’s sagging within ten minutes into my walk.  I’m continuously trying to pull her back up and tighten the wrap, which slows me down and is annoying.  She also tends to burrow her face into the fabric and it scares the crap out of me.  I’m constantly turning her face and she immediately buries back into the fabric. 

I finally broke down and bought the Baby Bjorn.  I put it on tonight for a while and I think it’s love- for both myself and Maya.  It fit beautifully and I never once felt like she could suddenly fall out.  I didn’t have to worry about extra fabric around her face and I didn’t need to boost her back up after a few minutes.  She briefly adjusted herself, then settled into it just fine.  She definitely enjoyed looking around and she appeared more stable in it than the Moby. 

I think as Maya grows and has more control over her body, we’ll both enjoy the Moby wrap more than we do now.  Until then, it’s Baby Bjorn for us.  I can’t wait to try it out on the open road.

I’m down to my last 10 lbs.  Time to kick into gear!