Tales of a (Recovering) Disordered Eater

(Note: this post is set to go live on April 13; I will be in NJ over the weekend until Tuesday … so I will resume blogging Wednesday when I get back home to Michigan)

Five years ago today, I began my Weight Watchers journey. In a move very unlike me, I didn’t think about it, or over-analyze or pro-con-con-pro it … I literally just did it. After an uber indulgent weekend in NYC with my family, I signed up online and never looked back.

I had never “dieted” a day in my life, until April 13, 2004.

After losing 35 lbs in 8 months without really even trying, my weight stabalized and I maintained there about a year.

(Please don’t hate me that it worked the first time; I bet cutting out just my near-daily Mint Mocha and shortbread cookie from Caribou Coffee alone would have done the trick and lord knows my two Snapple a day habit wasn’t helping matters any!)

Then I gained a little, but more or less maintained there for another year.

Then I got married, moved to Michigan (which meant no more walking to the Metro), and in spite of my vigorous daily workouts and biking jaunts, my eating hasn’t been fantastic as of late and life has changed a ton and so, naturally (why am I surprised!?) I began the slow approximately 3-5-pound-a-year creep that has been plaguing me ever since.

I realize I have no one to blame but me; no one puts food into my mouth but me.

But you know what? I don’t want to blame myself today. (more…)