Summer Reading

Summer is officially here and I’m about to head out on a 37 hour road trip. The best things that I enjoy about such a long journey is listening to audiobooks, and discovering camels in North Dakota-which I then create songs about to the theme of “Oklahoma.” So I’ve got my Iphone loaded and a few paperbacks I’ve been saving for just this reason.  I found this picture on Pintrest that says it all.


A few books on my list are Ellen Degeneres’s “Seriously, I’m Kidding,”  Jon Stewarts “America,” Doyce Testerman’s “Hidden Things,” Jim Lynch’s “Border Songs,” Randall Platt’s “Hellie Johndoe,” and of course the customary pop fiction by Linda Howard, Nora Roberts, Jim Butcher, and Dean Koontz. I’m always looking for new reads. What’s on your summer reading list?


Fad Diets, Medication, Stranger Danger and Other Motivations

Long, long ago in a state far, far away, I started my first year of college. Unbeknownst to me I would fall victim to the freshman 15, and the sophomore 15, and the junior 15 and the . . . well, you get my drift. At one point I was up to 260lb, and never realized I had gained quite that much. Once I did, I eventually lost 85lb and have kept the majority off ever since.

I have never been, nor do I think I will ever be, someone who is invited to the now trendy “skinny parties.” And believe me, I’m more than okay with that. I just want to be healthy and feel good about myself. But a couple of years ago due to a new medication, a seriously diminished appetite and psychological guilt my weight loss dreams came true. I was in the best shape of my life (lost 35lb), was the smallest I’d ever been and felt great. I swore then and there that I’d never let myself go back to where I was.

Let’s fast forward two years. This year, I moved to a new state, started a new job, and went back to school. Guess who came to visit . . . . Oh, you guessed it, that damn ‘freshman’ 15lb again. Well, I remember my declaration and I’m putting my right foot down, then my left, right, left, right, left, etc. until I get that 15lb back off!

I’m documenting it here because, making this public–even with the few people who will read this–will give me more motivation than just telling myself what I plan to do. So thank you for the peer pressure you are unknowingly providing. You have no idea how much it means to me.

Over the last couple weeks, I’ve gotten myself up and out, moving more and more. Tonight, I set the goal of running down the hill without stopping, then would walk back up. Doesn’t sound like much, but it’s a big-ass hill and from my apartment to the bottom is one and three quarter miles. Twenty minutes and twenty-two seconds later, with a distance of 1.78 miles-I did it–without stopping. Success, yahoo!

Here is where my litter excursion gets interesting. On my way back, just as I reached the top of the hill my energy was flagging and I was trying to push myself that last little distance. Then a truck slowed down and started driving next to me. And  this guy started hitting on me and offered me a ride. There are two ways I could have taken this. One: the neon STRANGER DANGER lights inside my head could have gone off because this guy was a freakin’ lunatic and I should start running. Or, Two: I could be flattered (despite the red face, baggy shirt, sweat and extreme fatigue), smile and wave with a polite ‘no thanks’ to the ride and start running. Either way it was one heck of a motivating moment. I chose the latter. I mean, what woman wouldn’t want a man to hit on her when she knows very well she looks like shit?

I know my story is nothing new, many people struggle with this same battle. I want to know what your motivation is. What gets you off the couch? What pushes you to take those first steps? Share your story and lets do this together.