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I was once a woman warrior. |
In August 2009, I moved from my parents home in Southern California to a small college town in Northern California. I was suddenly thrown into a completely new and crazy environment, but it was something I wanted. Many things changed. I spent my weekends smoking joints with my friends and eating Taco Bell. I drank beer for breakfast. My yoga practice diminished. My school had a nice gym that I would visit once or twice a week, but I slowly saw my muscles deflating and disappearing, only to turn to mush (and later on, to lumpy cellulite). But this is what I wanted: a college experience. I had fun, for the most part, rolling joints and doing keg stands on the weekends with my friends, walking around our small town to the next party, winning beer pong tournaments, stargazing on the roof of our apartment building until 3am. It was a fun time, but that time ended, friends graduated. I fell in love with the wrong person.
It was an awful, toxic relationship. It was a brutal, low blow that turned me into somewhat of a recluse. To get through my last semester of undergrad, I basically slept all weekend long, waking up only to eat something comforting, and retiring to the sofa for a depressing movie. I was ready to get the hell out of this small town that had become somewhat of a prison, move back home with my parents, look for work, and get back into yoga shape, to the girl I used to be.
But life has a funny way of changing your plans. In the last three weeks of my undergrad, I met the most wonderful guy in the world, just by chance in one of my classes. He and I fell hard, soon we were inseparable. Suddenly moving back home sounded awful, I wanted to stay with this newfound love I'd found. I had to move home for a few months, but ended up deciding to go back to grad school in that same small town, this time with a different outlook on the situation. I moved in with my boyfriend, we've created a life together, a home, a wonderful harmony. But still, being in love doesn't solve all my problems--or any of them.
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If I can figure out how to be half as beautiful as I used to be I'll be happy. |
Anyway, now that you know my journey through weight gain, I hope you are able to get to know me through weight loss. I have created this blog for the sole purpose of getting healthier, of staying on track. Here, I will post recipe trial and errors, weight loss up and downs, experiments, links, inspiring songs and soundtracks to the cardio I will undoubtedly force myself to partake in. I will enlighten my brain, my soul, refine my life to some version I used to be--but this time an updated, more adult version. It's rebirth. It will be challenging, but I want to have fun. I have made it through the thickest of mud, I'm ready to emerge like a glowing lotus.
Namaste.
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