Where to Begin?

Where does one begin a blog? I signed up for this a few days ago and since then have been thinking of where to begin. Do I start at the beginning? But what is the beginning? Is it my childhood where I was the chunky little child always trying to fit in? Is it high school? God, I hope not. Most of those years I’d rather forget. Do I start the story from the years after high school? Of course, several of them I have forgotten and those memories are probably best left in the past. College? Those were good years, filled not just with learning but with good friends and good times. I found my place there. Life was good. Do I tell you about the years following college and grad school- the day I walked into Weight Watchers and changed my life or the day I became a member of the Rush gym when at that point, I didn’t know what I was really signing up for?

All of those moments in time have created the person that I am today. I’m sure stories of each of those time periods will come to life in this blog as I share my struggles, triumphs, and good times. Because that’s what this blog is for. To put out there in the cyber world, my struggle. The struggle to find a place, to get physically fit and to finally achieve “goal” weight.

So for now, I’ll start in the present. I am a 33 year old public servant working for a local government in a job that at times I love and others hate and can sometimes do a good job of avoiding. I live with my four legged best friend named Bailey who hogs half the bed at night and who will loudly inform me when his food bowl is empty. I love that cat. He makes me happy.

At last weigh-in I have lost about 215 pounds. At most, I had almost hit 250 pounds gone. But the past year was not kind to me in terms of the scale. I try to blame the weight training and the many muscles I have developed (LOL) but the truth is, life happened. I’ve been at this almost three years in February and I was tired. But that’s another story for another day.

I talk about my weight loss because it is an important part of who I am today. I am constantly planning the next meal or the next workout. This leads me to the next major component of my world- physical fitness. I am a junkie. I admit it. I love it. It challenges me, motivates me, and ultimately makes me happy. From my morning weight training routines to my time on the back of my road bike, I love it all. I am that strange woman on the Stairmaster, who actually smiles as the sweat pours from my being. Happiness. I’m currently training for my first triathlon in May. I’m still coming to terms with the swimming and the running part but I refuse to give up.

I recently starting going to church again. Growing up as an organist daughter, church was always a main part of my life but when I became an adult, I never found a church that “fit”. I like this church. It’s filling a huge hole in my life that needed filling and the people I have met there, remind me that not all friendships have to hurt or be a struggle. Some just have to be. It fits.

So that’s me. I’m not sure where this blog is going but I am going to enjoy the journey to get there.