Feb 2014 Enchanted 10k in Disney World on the left. May 2015 BolderBoulder 10k on the right.

This one will be shorter than usual, and is mostly being written because, well, I'm damn proud of how well I've been taking care of myself. No starving, no crazy exercise regimens, no diet pills - just everything in moderation.

Want to know how I did it? Put simply, I ate a little less and got more active. I've been using MyFitnessPal to log my calories and Runtastic to track my workouts (mostly running and yoga). Also, the more I run, the more I get to eat. 😉

In September 2014 I got weighed at my doctor's office, and while I expected to not like the number, I didn't realize it was quite as high as it actually was. I wasn't a couch potato, but I definitely was a bit in denial about how far I had let myself slide. I'm all about body positivity, and I do think that women of all sizes are beautiful. However, for ME and my own well being, I had to make a change. I had spent longer than I'd like to admit in this body that I hated, and I had tried everything to start liking it, so I took action.

Some days are better than others. But between September 2014 and March 2015, I lost 60 pounds. The past few months I've been eating a bit more, because it's exhausting counting every calorie when you've got friends grilling and going out, and I wanted to take a little break. This has kept me at the same weight since then, but I've stayed active, so I think I'm having some fat to muscle conversion happening, which is still wonderful.

Do I love my body? Sometimes. I definitely don't hate it anymore. Of course there are things I'd change (and am still working on), because I'm only a human trying to navigate this crazy world filled with unrealistic standards and photoshopped models.

I eat burgers, ice cream and beer, and I'm fit. It's a happy thing.