Eating Like a Cow

I have, at times in my life, cared both a lot and a little about the size of my pantaloons and the numbers on a scale.

In 2007 I worked at a chain restaurant and began to eat all of their delicious foods. For every meal. Gradually I came to the realization that it is not practical, nor acceptable, to eat burgers for nearly every meal. I decided to become a gym rat for the summer, and in reality, cared too much about getting back to my pre-processed foods bod. I got obsessive to the point that if the number didn’t satisfy, it could ruin my entire day. I counted my calories, which isn’t a bad thing if it’s done right, but a terrible thing when it’s done in order to quickly lose weight. And as people noticed that I was losing weight, I grew more concerned with what I was eating.

If I eat a yogurt for breakfast, half of a sandwich for lunch, and a soup for dinner and work out, I can lose…

After receiving real, and concerned, criticism from friends, because that’s what friends do- they call you out on your crazy, I got my head straight. I never wanted to do that again, and my fear of getting like that is probably what made me spin in the opposite direction. I became a crusader for eating right (right in my mind was saying no to a side of french fries with my lunch wrap) and I never weighed myself.

The scale is the debil.

As years have passed coughsixcough my 20 year old metabolism that I took for granted dissipated as well. Toodle-loo-kangaroo. I also got a real job and lost the ability to do nothing all day and claim that it’s acceptable because it’s college. By this year my body was all out of wack, my skin did not look healthy, and I just knew I didn’t feel right.

So what did the scale say?

I didn’t want to get on the scale- I refused. And then it happened. The day I went to the doctors appointment that told me my lupus was no longer in remission. I was at my heaviest weight. It all became real in that moment that I needed to get my priorities straight. There were too many extremes in my life. I decided to reclaim my body, and not for a number on a scale, or how I wanted to look. I decided to workout for my health. This was the first time in my life I was working out for that reason alone.

Last month, after six months of working out I stepped on the scale. It was the first time I had been curious to see my weight. I had lost ten pounds. And it was the first time in my life that I did not have a goal in mind. I was just feeling good. My knees no longer hurt, I had more energy, I was walking a little taller and I was feeling stronger. I felt proud, and I felt no anxiety associated with a number.

Today I am a pseudo health pretender. Naturally, I have always had an interest in healthy eating and healthier options. I was always a skim milk kind of girl. I loathe (that’s how much*) aspartame. I rather just skip sugar than ingest any artificial sweeteners. I don’t drink soda or juices. This is just how I operate. However, my affinity for healthy options is often at war with my better half- the bacon cheeseburger and a side of french fries with the perfect seasonal beer, please!  side.

And guess what, I eat it.

I will eat the whole damn cheeseburger and I will enjoy it. And I am happy. I have struck some kind of balance in my life. If we are continuously searching for a magical number or a size to find happiness we will always struggle to be happy. What is it that you truly want? Once I recognized that I wanted to be healthy and balanced I found what I was looking for. And I am not perfect, I am far from it, but this mission for inner peace with all things in life is taking me places I didn’t know I could find. 


Like everything, the Electric Run (see here: It’s Electric!) came and went. When my friends and I first took our leap of faith into running this run plagued me. We all had irrational fears associated with running- that were just that, irrational.  I have been changed entirely from revamping my life.  

So how did I get here?  I’ll explain it in steps.  

  • 3 years of complaining about a lack of motivation to get my ass to the gym + awesome unhealthy food choices (I could convince you that french fries should be their own food group.)  
  • 1 Lupus Flare
  • 3 Doctors visits 
  • 1 week not walking 
  • 20 days for $20 at a hot yoga studio
  • 4 inspirational friends
  • 30 days for $30 Bikram yoga
  • 1 ticket to the Electric Run 
  • 1 month of running
  • 4 days a week, 2 miles a day – minimum 

Some say you can form a habit after 21 days- this is based on empirical evidence, meaning based on experience, not clinical, or based on controlled experiments.  Based on my own empirical evidence- running is now a habit.  It’s what I do. There is always time for a quick run.  Everything else in my life just followed and became the way things are- french fries are taking a back seat, I drink less coffee than when I started, I have more overall energy, I’m a happier person. 

When I put everything in bullet form I realize it looks fairly simple, and it was once I started.  The hardest part was starting.  Blogging and talking about my decisions made this all even easier.  I felt like I had people genuinely supporting me- thank you.  

So now for the Electric Run.  I can’t even tell you how much fun we all had- Here’s the rest of the blog in photo form. 

20130928-095727.jpgmy hairdo for the night courtesy of my yoga champion of a friend, Jess.


Getting there was not the easiest, but we figured it out… we were just some kids from the ‘burbs navigating Brooklyn


School buses awaited us as we got off the subway at Brooklyn College.  We rode in with a bunch of other neon fools to Floyd Bennett Field. Every time we pass this place John tells the same story about how the planes were used King Kong.  Now he will have a new story for the grandkids.


How did I win my mohawk you ask? Well, I won a one footed hula-hooping contest.  Thank you yoga.20130928-095712.jpgpre-race, war painted faces. Best friends since high school.  Still kicking it over 10 years later.

20130928-095746.jpg20130928-095733.jpg20130928-095752.jpg20130928-095720.jpgSo should you do a fun race? Yes. Definitely.  We chose to run and to stop and take pictures every once in a while.  This wasn’t a race- I run every day. I’ve said it before, but my friends and I all had our own personal goals.  This was an experience we all got to share in together. 


And yes, we did run through the finish line holding hands. I can’t ask for better people to have in my life.