boomerang, balls, and hammers...oh my!

I often wonder how many times I can hit my head or be hit in the head before I will suffer permanent damage. Then again, maybe I already have?! The average person doesn't have to worry about hammers falling from the sky, rubber balls blazing through the air, or boomerangs with precision return...but no one ever said I was average.

If you can believe it, all three of these things happened to me in the course of two weeks and on two continents! Many have joked with me that I should walk around with a helmet on permanently, and I'm beginning to think maybe that makes a lot of sense. Sure, I might be classified as "special" and it would pretty much make my dating life obsolete, but it beats the alternative....maybe??

The first "incident" was in Australia. I took a day trip to the Blue Mountains with a tour group. One of the bonuses of the tour package was learning how to throw a boomerang. When I learned this, I have to admit I did immediately think "that's probably got disaster written all over it", but I like to be more optimistic. I can't believe everything I do will end in injury...well...anyway. Our tour group leader took us to a large open reserve to show us how to throw the boomerang and we each had an opportunity to take a test throw and then a real throw. I watched carefully as he demonstrated how to throw the boomerang and I paid extra close attention to all the DO NOT do's that he talked about. He mentioned before we all stepped up for our turn that no one had really ever seriously injured themselves. I cringed, because I realized at that moment he just jinxed it! A couple people went up and took their turns and the girls threw them weak and they went a few feet and nose dived to the ground. The guys tried to be all macho and theirs went flying out into the middle of nowhere, but didn't return. One guy had a pretty good throw, and the boomerang came flying back fast and hit the bus we were traveling in...I watched it happen and I dove to the ground as it came hurling back. Normally, I am not that quick on my feet, so I was ready! It came to be my turn. I went up and he demonstrated the correct form with me again. I got into position and arched my arm back with the boomerang in the 1 o'clock position. Just before I went to throw it the guide said "show these girls how it's done and put some strength behind it!" I felt like I had to really give it a good throw now, I was just challenged! I put all my might into my leg, pulled my arm forward and let her go! I was so proud it didn't go straight into the ground like the other girls that I failed to pay any attention to the fact the boomerang was heading straight back at me! Which is actually really great, because that's exactly what it's suppose to do if you throw it right! Before I could realize what was happening....THUMP! Yup, the boomerang came right back to my head. You have no idea how painful that is! It comes back with a lot of speed and those edges are beveled. It sliced my head right open! Blood was gushing and I'm not exaggerating. It was a bloody disgusting mess. One of the other people in the tour threw up. It was an awful scene. The tour guide didn't panic though. He said that it happens at least once each year. He went to the bus and got the first aid out and wrapped my head in a lot of gauze (those pictures are in the vault for now!) and then asked me if I wanted any additional medical care, which I declined. The tour had only just begun and I wanted to see the Blue Mountains! I've healed rather nicely and I think there was minimal permanent damage :)

Just a tad over a week later, once I returned to the States, I went out for a leisurely bike ride. Per the advice of my friends, I had bought a helmet the day before, which turned out to be really great advice. I was riding along the sidewalk downtown and just taking in a nice day. I was passing by some apartments and some people were out on their balcony working on some kind of a project...but I wasn't paying any attention to what was above me, we all know I need to concentrate on what's in front of me so I don't kill myself! All of sudden, yet again....THUMP! Something had hit me pretty hard and jolted me enough to cause me to fall off my bike. I, unfortunately, didn't have knee or elbow pads on! I fell over and the bike fell on me. I sat up and shook it off and then realized on the ground next to me was a hammer. I looked up and the people on the balcony above were shouting out to me "sorry!! are you ok?!"...and I realized they had dropped the hammer off their balcony and it hit me in the head. Thankfully, my head was protected by my newly purchased helmet (see, the helmet thing is sounding better and better!). My head was safe, but my legs were beat up quite a bit...just another random act!

Just when I thought I was in the clear of accidents I encountered a stickball game gone bad just a few days after the hammer! I was walking to Mission Hills to partake in Farrah's kettlebell bootcamp and I chose a new route to walk....mistake #1. I was walking up State Street and I noticed that the streets were coned off for 4 city blocks. There were a bunch of teams playing stickball in each block. I paused and thought for a second "maybe I should go over another block and walk around all this"...but as is usually the case, I didn't listen to the inner voice. I decided to walk through and just stay close to the inside of the sidewalk. I cleared the first block and I started to approach the second. I noticed that the sidewalk was fair game for these guys, because as they hit the ball players were diving onto the sidewalk to catch it. I paused again and thought maybe it wasn't the best idea, but I figured it would be fine. I waited until after the guy hit the ball to start walking, so I wouldn't be in the path of a flying ball. I cleared block two...phew! I was feeling rather confident now that I made it through two of the blocks. I started into the third block, but was distracted by a text message and didn't pay attention to where they were at with the game. Right as I entered into the sidewalk I heard the crack of the stick on the ball and almost knowingly looked up expecting the impact and WHACK! Yes, the ball hit me in the face. Luckily, it hit me mostly in the side of my face closer to my mouth and didn't really inflict much injury. Just a little sting and some redness. I was just relieved it wasn't my eye. Who needs to explain a black eye by saying they were hit in the face with a stickball??

It's been 10 days and I'm accident free. I feel like I should have a 10 day sober pin or something. I'm hoping it can last a little longer. Ah crap, I probably just jinxed it!!

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My near death experience...

Last night was one of the scariest nights of my life and that's saying a lot! I honestly thought I could die. In fact, there was a moment where I thought I was, I vividly had conversations with people that were important in my life, but are no longer with us. It was all so real and so confusing.

I started out the morning feeling sick, but it seemed to me like it might have just been a case of food poisoning. I was nauseous, dizzy and had a moderate fever. I felt well enough I still went to the citychase challenge with Greg, so I honestly didn't think much of it at that time.

Greg and I called it quits early in the race because neither of us were feeling well. When I got home the symptoms almost immediately worsened. My fever spiked, I was throwing up, I was in severe pain, and I really couldn't move. I was coherent yet I wasn't thinking clearly. I was able to text people and update facebook, but I couldn't make sense of anything else that was happening, and didn't have sense enough to call for help.

My mom called me just to say hi and after only a second of talking to me knew there was something horribly wrong with me. She freaked out and with me on the phone with her, used her cell phone to call 911. They were able to help connect to emergency services here in San Diego and they dispatched an ambulance.

My mom was trying to explain to me that an ambulance was on the way, but she said I didn't seem to understand what she was saying. Then she said I was hysterically laughing. I don't even remember that. When the paramedics arrived, I couldn't move, so I couldn't get to my door. The police were with them and broke down my door. So crazy! It's all a vague memory to me, but this is how it was explained to me. I remember them saying my name a lot, but apparently I was not responding. I had been vomiting up blood, but because I couldn't move, I was pretty much laying in a pool of blood. Coming home was not pleasant, I'll tell you that much. I remember them putting an IV on me and an oxygen mask over my face. They said I was delirious and I was having a conversation with someone that wasn't there.

When they got me to the hospital emergency room, they said I had lost a lot of blood and for a few seconds my heart stopped. They were able to determine rather quickly that I had an ectopic pregnancy that had ruptured and they rushed me into surgery. Luckily, they were able to act quickly enough to save my life. They said if it they got to me much later, I would have definitely died. That's a really scary thought.

I am thankful that I survived, but sad over the entire situation. I had literally just learned days before this happened that I was pregnant, and I had no idea it was an ectopic pregnancy. While I was unsure what I was going to do, I was excited and happy about the idea of having a baby. So, this has been quite emotional for me. Last night in the hospital was so hard for me. I was there all alone and crying and the only comfort (or lack thereof) I had was the woman in the room with me telling me to keep quiet and stop my sobbing. I'm glad she could be so sympathetic.

I'm sure I will be fine with some time and I know all things happen for a reason. I am thankful to all my friends that expressed concern for me while I was in the hospital and for all the kind words and help you have all offered to me. You all reminded me that I have a lot of people that love me and I have a lot of love to share with all of you!

Nothing can keep me down! I'm Debbie :-)

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G'day Mate! The Vegan Aussie....

Prior to going to Australia, I did a lot of research on what vegan options were available in Sydney. Not really understanding the layout of the city and the proximity of things, I thought I was in luck because I found a lot of vegan options in my search! I was excited to experience the vegan cuisine of another country.

The first day I was there, I explored the city and became familiar with navigating around downtown and surrounding areas. I wanted to get an idea of where some of these places were, so when it was time to eat I knew where I was going. Keep in mind, I didn't have an International data plan on my phone, nor did I have a SIM card, so I couldn't rely on my GPS or googling anything! I had made a list of the places I wanted to go and the address and did my best to figure out where they were. I wasn't having much luck, it seemed none of the places I was looking for existed, or I was just in the wrong part of town. I did finally find one place, it was called Mother Choo's, and was a Taiwanese vegetarian restaurant. I went there Friday night and had hoped to meet some other vegans that could help me figure out where all the other places were around Sydney. I entered the small restaurant and was overwhelmed with a very large and enticing menu! So many options and I saw all over the wall that they were voted one of the best vegetarian restaurants in all of Australia! It was a good first choice. I was dining alone and immediately noticed a rather charming looking fellow also dining alone on the other side of the room. I noticed that he had "noticed" me. My food arrived around the same time as his did. When the server came to bring him his food he pointed in my direction and then got up from the table. The server brought his food to my table and sat it down. The charming fellow joined me :) I learned he was a Sydney native and also a vegan! Score! I have to say I love their accents. He could have been a raging carnivore and I would have still liked him. Anyway, I told him that I wasn't having much luck finding vegan options in the city, and that it seemed every time I turned a corner someone was trying to feed me kangaroo. He said that the CBD (central business district...essentially downtown and where I was staying) did not have a lot of options, but you could definitely find them hidden about in the city. That's when he offered to take me on a tour of the city the following day and explore all the vegan gems. He also offered to show me all the touristy stuff in Sydney the day after that. This guy already wanted to spend the next two days with me, I was doing something right!

On Saturday, he promptly showed up at my hotel and was eagerly awaiting our vegan tour. We went to breakfast first at a place called Iku Whole Foods. It was good, one of the better scones I've ever had and some yummy porridge! On our way back from there, we went to Paddy's market (really cool btw), and upon leaving I got splashed by a bus! He was trying to help me dry off (he was a little too friendly...but I didn't mind!), but it was hopeless, so we went back to my hotel so I could change. I revealed to him that these things happen to me...random acts that is. You never know when I'll fall, get hit by some flying object, or drenched by a passing bus. He said he was sure I was exaggerating and that it couldn't be that bad. Oh, little did he know!

Since Saturday was a pretty rainy day, we didn't really do a lot more touring of vegan dining, so we did some shopping and called it an early day. There was still Sunday to look forward to...or so I thought.

He arrived bright eyed and bushy tailed to my hotel again on Sunday morning. First on the agenda was a tour of the Sydney Opera House! Sounds like fun, right? All was going well on our walk to the Opera House, I only tripped a couple of times, but didn't crash and burn. He should have known after that I wasn't exaggerating. If anyone has been the Opera House before or seen pictures, you know there are quite a few steps leading up to the entrance. They are not steep or difficult to navigate at all...but with me, any step is a dangerous step! As we were walking up, I was being very careful and trying extra hard to watch each step. Then he pointed to something across the harbour and I lost my concentration when I looked out...that's all it took. I went for that next step without looking and I stumbled in my shape-ups and flailing arms and all started to go backwards. Fully expected. What was worse is I grabbed him as I started to fall. I usually don't do that. Down he went. I tumbled from pretty much the top of the steps to the bottom. He was a little more controlled than me and stopped his fall after only a step or two. He was freaked out! He thought I was dead. I was just a little stunned, but not dead. Did I mention he's a med student? He wanted me to see a doctor, but I said I was fine. He determined my ankle was sprained, but that I seemed to be alright outside of that. The nice thing was he let me hold on to him as we limped about the city for a little while longer before he insisted we go to my hotel and put ice on my ankle. I think he really liked going to my hotel!

He showed me Sydney and I introduced him to Random Acts of Debbie and a few other things ;) Unlike the guy that left his pants in San Francisco, he left his jacket...I considered it a souvenir :)

I told him if he wants it back he needs to come to San Diego and I'll give him the same courtesy he gave me! I wonder if he'll ever come for his jacket....or if he'd rather keep all his bones in tact?!

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Saying goodbye and new beginnings...

In the last few weeks my world has been turned upside down and nothing seems the same anymore. You know how everyone says change is good? I wonder if they would be saying that if every aspect of their lives changed within less than a week! I'm definitely a proponent of the "change is good" mantra, but I have to be honest, I'm struggling a little bit to embrace all that is happening in my world right now.

Just a few weeks ago the only thing I wanted to change about my life was my job. I wasn't happy there and things just didn't seem to be looking up. I had been there close to 3 years and in the beginning it was really great. It was a company almost in it's infancy even though it had been around for 30+ years. The possibilities were endless and it brought excitement to my life. I've always been ambitious, driven, and extremely competitive. So the job and the company had everything I was looking for, so much so, I helped bring my friend on board only a few months later. Somewhere along the way either I changed or the job changed, but I no longer understood the vision or my role in the vision. It was all downhill from there. The environment for me was like poison. I went to work and I felt suffocated. It was pure torture to wake up in the mornings and go into the office, but I did it begrudgingly so I could continue to have the life I was leading outside of work. That part of my life was going really well and was the thing that kept my sanity balanced.

The good thing is I got fired. Yes, it is a good thing! It's good for me and good for that company. I hated it there and I wasn't living up to my full potential anymore. This has given me time to reflect on what I really want and to relax and enjoy life a little. In the few weeks since getting fired I have taken a road trip to San Francisco and crossed the Pacific to Australia. To do these things with complete freedom and enjoyment was incredible. The stress and the burdens that I was carrying around for so long just fell right off my shoulders. While I'm being sensible (financially), I am taking this time and making the most of it. It's a rare opportunity to have this kind of freedom and to really live! Losing my job has also made me focus more on my law school ambitions. I decided before I got fired I wanted to go to law school, but this event has only made that choice even clearer for me. I need a change, a real change. I might be older than the average law student, but why should that limit me? I'm good at being a student! Now, I just need to focus hard on doing well on my LSAT and impressing the law schools on my list with my wit and wisdom!

The other change I alluded to was my life outside of work. As you may have read in previous blog posts, kettlebells and training with Charlie had become a HUGE part of my life in the last year and a half. Meeting Charlie and training with him changed my life and had a profound impact on me. It gave me a confidence in myself that I had lost long ago. It gave me a great deal of pride and feeling of accomplishment. It was almost like a lifeline for me. At the same time I lost my job, I learned Charlie was going to move to San Francisco. No more kettlebells for me. No more inspiring and motivational Charlie. This change was not as good for me as the aforementioned firing. This one I am still struggling with. No, kettlebells are not solely tied to Charlie, I can and hopefully will work with a new trainer....but it's really hard to lose something and someone that impacted my life so much. No, he's not dead...so obviously he is still my friend! But, I was used to Charlie and our kettlebell workouts twice a week for over a year now. It was such an integral part of my life. It's really weird not having that anymore. And, of course, without a job I couldn't afford personal training anymore anyway. So, really, I should look at it that way. Even if he was still here, I couldn't afford to train with him...hmm, that does make me feel a little better. Now, there's just the vacancy of his humor, motivation, encouragement and friendship. I guess I'll have to make more trips to San Francisco!

All this change hasn't been bad though. Good things are happening too. I now have the time to really devote to my health and fitness. I'm going to the gym more, biking, walking, hiking and cooking more! It's amazing the things we sacrifice for our jobs (well, not all jobs make you sacrifice). When working, it was a luxury for me to have time to go to the gym or go on a hike. Now I wake up in the mornings and the day has no limits. I can do whatever I want. It's really exciting! I've met some new people and reacquainted myself with people I had neglected before. I'm not wasting a single moment of this time.

I do believe all things happen for a reason and I think this was the universes way of telling me that I needed to change things up a little. I need a fresh start. I have complete faith that I will land on my feet and end up where I'm supposed to be. In the past I may have worried and stressed over these changes, but now I see them all as small blessings in disguise. It's really exciting to think about what's next for me. It could be anything. Who knows what job is waiting for me or who I might meet walking around the corner. When one door closes another one opens.

By the way, is your company hiring?? :-)

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How I've lost 150 pounds and kept it off...

I am constantly asked the question "how did you do it?" Sometimes I'm not sure of the answer to that question myself. There is no magic solution, no easy way, no right way. I really do think it's a different journey and process for everyone. If you think about it, we all gain the weight for different reasons, so losing it is just the same. Some people are emotional eaters, some people just don't understand food and nutrition, some don't have any self-control, some have medical conditions that cause them to eat more. It's about getting to the root cause of why you eat and starting from there.

For me, it was a combination of a few things. For one, I had no concept of nutrition. Growing up, my parents basically gave us whatever we wanted. We were the house where kids always knew they would get soda, Doritos, ding dongs, Twinkies, candy galore, donuts, and the list goes on and on. I never ate because I was hungry, I ate because it was there. My typical day when I was in grade school was to get up in the morning and scarf down an insane amount of sugary cereal (fruity pebbles, captain crunch, apple jacks, etc.). Then I would go off to school with a HUGE lunch my mom had packed for me, which usually consisted of a sandwich slathered in a ton of meat and topped off with an inch thick piece of cheese. To compliment the sandwich there would always be a bag of chips, and ALWAYS a dessert or two. Most notably were the Twinkies, hostess pies, and the ding dongs. As I got older there were chunkies, big hunks, and other varieties of candies. To quench my thirst was a soda (we were a coke family). When I would get home, I would come straight into the kitchen, grab the Doritos and a coke and sometimes a sweet treat. I would plop down right in front of the TV and I would watch whatever was on or play Atari. I didn't go outside, I wasn't really encouraged to. I didn't play. I just ate and watched TV. Dinner wasn't much better. My mom learned how to cook by making a handful of really large quantity meals. So she would make a giant pot of spaghetti sauce and we would eat that for days, or it was an enormous meatloaf and trough of mashed potatoes...and let's not forget the entire tray of pork chops coated in shake n' bake usually served with a giant bowl of Kraft macaroni and cheese. Very rarely were there vegetables on the table, and if there were, they were the frozen kind and she would cook them up and then smother them in butter.

Now, don't get me wrong, my mom didn't know any better. She didn't learn nutrition from her parents, that's for sure! She only knew what she was raised on. It's not like they teach nutrition in school, which I think really needs to change! I was smart, I could have at any time realized I was getting fatter and fatter and fatter. I could see my parents were overweight, I could see what other kids ate, I had dinner at other people's houses and I saw there were better ways to eat. I just didn't know how to change that relationship I had with food at that young age.

It wasn't just my poor knowledge of nutrition that was the source of my problem either. I was an emotional eater in college. I went through a lot, and the stress of college and all the things that happened just pushed me into a state of emotional eating. That's when things truly got out of control and I hit my max weight.

I had wanted to lose weight most of my life. I knew it wasn't good for me to be the size I was, especially when I was a kid. I couldn't do any of the things other kids did. I was always tired and would run out of breath. I had to shop in the women's section of the stores to buy clothes and I was just a kid! It was truly sad and I knew that. The thing is, you have to have something that truly motivates you to change. If you only want to change so other people will like you, or so that someone will find you attractive, or so you can wear nicer clothes...that's not good enough. That's all superficial. That's not reason enough for meaningful change. When that is your driving motivation, you may succeed at losing something, but you'll never have permanent and lasting change.

So, you ask me how did I do it. It was a slow and evolving process with me. First of all, I found my motivation. I've blogged about it before, but it was my health and my mom's health. I saw my future in front of me and it was bleak. I have such a sense of adventure and I love to do so many things...most of which I couldn't do because of my weight. It was only going to get worse and harder as I got older. In 2006 my back when out bad. I was completely disabled. It was my wake-up call. I needed to lose weight or I would never have any kind of a life.

Once I had the motivation, I had no clue what I really needed to do to lose weight. I understood the basic principle of losing weight. I am a smart girl, I get the logic behind it. Calories in and calories out. You need to burn more than you take in. Ok, well, how hard can that be? When I first started the journey in Jan 2007, my idea of improving my nutrition was eliminating full calorie soda and moving to diet. I thought that was a huge change! It did have results initially. I saw a 10 pound loss almost immediately. I thought I was on the right track. I had read in a lot of journals that the people that have had the most success with weight loss kept a food journal and documented everything they ate. So, I decided this was a good idea for me. The first day I tracked what I was eating, I was disgusted with myself. I was eating over 4000 calories a day (after the elimination of the soda!). I had no idea how much food I was eating. I already thought I was cutting way back. I was so discouraged at how I would possibly get that number to 2000 or below.

My tactic wasn't to jump directly into the deep end of the pool, but to start out wading in the shallow end with a life preserver :) I cut back initially to 3000 calories and I kept eating all the same things I always ate, but just in smaller quantities. I never ate vegetables, I always ate meat and potatoes, and sweets were always readily available. I knew exercise would have to factor in at some point, so I bought a treadmill. I set very small goals for myself in the beginning. I would get on for 10 minutes at about 2mph and I would want to die at the end of that (crazy to think about that now!). Once I would get comfortable at that time and speed I would make a small change. Either I would bump up the speed a tad and go the same amount of time or I would go longer at the lower speed. I tried to do this every day, so it would become normal or routine, and it did! I started to see some results. I had lost about 25 pounds in a couple of months of making these changes.

The problem was I still didn't understand food and its impact on my body. I didn't understand how my body reacted to the food or how it was being processed. I REALLY didn't understand the awful things I was putting in my body. I ate a ton of processed food. The next phase for me with my nutrition was reducing myself to 2000 calories. Not understanding nutrition, my easy answer to this was frozen dinners. I became addicted to Marie Callender's and a variety of other frozen meals. They were decently low in calories and that's all I cared about. I didn't even think about all the things that were in that food, the sodium levels, the cholesterol. I was doing what I was supposed to, I was eating less calories. I continued to see weight loss, but I was still tired a lot, and wasn't feeling those "endorphins" everyone talked about.

I continued on this path for a tad over a year and I did see about a 60 pound weight loss in total. I hit a wall though. When I came out to California I was 245 pounds, down from 305 when I started this change. I went down maybe 10 more pounds in a 6 month period of time, but I was pretty much out of ideas. I had bumped up my treadmill routine to 60 minutes every day at about 3.2 mph and I was down to 1500 calories a day. I didn't know what else to do.

This is when I really started to educate myself on food and learn about its impact on my body and my health. I eliminated soda and flavored beverages all together and went strictly to water (and tea occasionally). I immediately felt better after that. I started to make similar changes and I noted how I felt when I ate certain foods and how my energy levels would change. I started to explore more veggies and found that I felt really good when I added vegetables to my meal. I started to prepare more meals on my own and moved away from the frozen foods. I ate a lot of boneless skinless chicken breasts. I would grill or bake them and I would have veggies or potatoes. Through this process I was really understanding how food could change every aspect of my well being. I slept better, I had more energy, and my mind was sharper. I was still losing weight at a slow pace though. Exercise had become boring for me. The treadmill was uninteresting and not really getting me anywhere. By the end of 2008 I was at about 225 pounds. It was nothing to sneeze at...80 pounds was a lot. That's like a small kid!

In January of 2009 I was introduced to kettlebells. I was a total skeptic of a personal trainer and was pretty self-conscience of my body and feared being made fun of or laughed at. It was, after all, what I was used to. Whenever I went to the gym, I always heard the stupid comments guys would make or get the looks like it was pointless for me to be there. My self-esteem was pretty low. When my roommate told me about his friend Charlie, I really thought it was just going to be another disaster. However, he wanted to buy me three introductory sessions and I was desperate for something new. I liked the idea I didn't have to go to a gym and that the only humiliation I would suffer would be with one other person, and if I didn't want to, I wouldn't have to see him ever again! So, I reluctantly accepted the gift and called to schedule the first session. You have no idea how nervous I was and I had all kinds of visions in my head of what it was going to be like. When I met Charlie, it was almost instant that I liked him and I felt comfortable with him. I still assumed he was probably judging me and thinking I was hopeless, but he was at least being nice to me. I don't think he thought that about me now, but I thought that then. I was intimidated by the kettlebells and thought for sure it wasn't going to be easy for me to learn. I loved it! I was hooked after one session and I continued it for a year and a half. I got over the hump and lost another 65 pounds!

In the last 8 months I've also developed a new relationship with food yet again. I've embraced the vegetarian and now vegan lifestyle. If you had asked me 10 years ago if I would ever be a vegetarian, let alone a vegan, I would have laughed in your face! I have to say it has been one of the best changes I've ever made. In October 2009 I became vegetarian and I found that to be a really easy change, to my surprise. I felt really good! I thought I already had a lot of energy, but I found I had even more after the change to my diet. I educated myself more and more about vegetarianism and veganism and in March of 2010 decided to become a vegan. I don't find it difficult to be a vegan at all. I think there is a lot of magnificent food that is free of animal and animal by-products, that you never run out of choices of what to eat. It's all delicious, I don't have any issues with getting protein, vitamins, and essential nutrients. It's about being smart about what you eat and really developing that intimate relationship with food. When you truly understand how food makes you feel and how your body reacts, that is when you can make a meaningful change to your life. When I eat something "bad" for me, my body is sure to tell me. I love that! It's your bodies own way of telling you "no!!".

So, back to the question how did I do it? I learned how to eat again. I never went on a diet. I never had any surgery. I've never taken any pills or magical diet formulas. I've never done any of the "fads" for losing weight. I had the will and the motivation and the rest was a re-education of food and nutrition. Once I understood food, I just had to find the exercise regimen that was right for me, and that turned out to be kettlebells. It could be different for everyone.

The one thing that is true for anyone wanting to do the same thing, is you have to understand what and why you eat. If you don't do that, it will never last.

In this journey I have never gained any of the weight back. I have hit plateaus, but I never went backwards. I truly believe it's because the change I made was through learning and education and that is permanent and with me forever. I am now 155 pounds and I feel better than I ever have in my life. I would like to lose another 10 pounds, but I am content with myself as I am, and that's a first for me :)


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