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Merry Christmas!

Obviously, I forgot to post this.

Merry Christmas, a few days late.

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A look back on 2010

I’ve seen some friends writing 2010 wrap-up posts and, well, it seems like a pretty damn good idea, so I’m going with it. Let’s take a look back on some of my big (no pun intended) moments of 2010.

Starting Losing It Without Losing Me

I really struggled with the idea of starting this li’l website. Did I want to share such private thoughts with the world? Strangers are one thing… but with people who know me? That’s scary.

I’m glad I did.

This blog has been a journey for me… in both losing myself (i.e. weight)… and searching for who I really am. It’s been a journey of self discovery and a sounding board for some of my most private thoughts. You have kept me accountable. And for that, I am eternally grateful.

In return, I will be re-starting Weigh-in Wednesdays next week, as my lack of keeping track has kept me from succeeding. We will find out just how much weight I really gained back this fall and I will likely blame it on injuries, when in all actuality, it was emotional eating. But I won’t mention that, of course, because that would mean taking the blame for the weight gain. Because why would I accept responsibility for shoving my face full of tasty foods?

Buying a suit and returning to the pool

I bought a swimming suit this year… for the first time in, well, a very, very long time. As a child, I absolutely LOVED the pool, beach, etc.

As I grew older (and fatter) I kept far away from anything having to do with donning a suit.

Also, posting this picture —> on the interwebs was a huge step in me getting over myself and accepting myself for who I am – right now – and not who I want to be.

Raising $6000+ for charity

Raising money for such an amazing organization like the Crohn’s and Colitis Foundation of America has been a joy. I’ve met amazing people. I’ve made new friends. I’ve had amazing experiences. CCFA and Team Challenge provided me with a great support system and a pair of awesome coaches, without whom I could have never done what I did this year.

Plus, I got to dye my hair blue and orange which was pretty awesome.

Beep

Miss Beep is my precious fur-kid. She found me in June via Carrie. She’s been an amazing training partner – even run/walking almost 6 miles with me this fall - and I’m positive she could have gone further. She loves walks, runs and everything in between… even showing off her running skills for her brothers, Gizmo and Bandit.

Beepers has been quite the project for me. Coming from a puppy mill and then an obviously abusive home, she has a lot of issues, but we’re working on them and I hope some day she won’t be so scared of new people, loud noises or her crate.

It’s been a privilege to watch her personality emerge over the past 7 months. I can’t wait to see what the future holds for me and my li’l Beepers.

Training for, starting, and finishing a half marathon

For a non-runner, non-mover, non-active person like Amy circa January 2010, the thought of a half marathon was laughable.

Then, I walked 5.6 miles in just two hours – on a whim. If I could walk almost half the distance of a half marathon without training, surely I could do one with training, right?

So I joined Team Challenge and started training and raising money.

It was a long road, but I finished training, headed out to California and ran a half marathon.

I learned a lot of lessons and accomplished more than I ever thought I could. I was 250(ish) pounds and did a half marathon. I had friends and family worried I was getting in over my head but I proved them all wrong… and I proved to myself that with the right dedication and support, I can do whatever I put my mind to.

It also gave me hope that my goals for 2011 (post coming soon) are certainly attainable… I just have to be smart.

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Best coach of the year award goes to…

Anne. Annie. Bananza.

Whatever you call her, she’s one of the most amazing people I’ve ever known.

I had privately shared with her some of my struggles this fall, so she knew how hard it was for me to travel to Vegas for the race… only to not even start it.

After the race, we went out for a Vegas-style buffet.

She presented me with this:

Annie says that when she crossed the finish line, she asked for an extra medal for her friend who couldn’t do the race due to an injury. I freaking love this girl. (Although, part of me still wonders if it is really the medal SHE got for finishing the race… as she had told me the day before she was thinking of giving her medal to me… and if that’s the case, Annie, I will find out and this medal will find its way back into your possession).

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Hiding the pain… with wine and pizza

I don’t really know how to start writing this post. It’s been in the works in my mind for about two months. I’ve just been too afraid to start typing, mostly because I knew it would force me to let go of the hurt, the frustration, and the negative feelings that have been running through my head this fall. I wasn’t ready to let go. I wasn’t ready to stop eating my feelings (I’m kind of an expert). I wasn’t ready to admit I failed.

But here goes.

I’ve failed.

I’ve gained weight back. Not all of it… and not enough for people to notice (I’m still hearing the “hey you lost weight girl!” comments…”) But I know. I know I’ve gained back pounds I fought so hard to lose. Call it self sabotage… but when I realized that running the Las Vegas Rock ‘n’ Roll half marathon was slipping farther and farther out of reach, I began to retreat. I went to a dark place deep inside. I ate horribly (well it sure tasted good). I rarely worked out. I considered turning to alcohol and nicotine. Luckily, I only hit the bottle in moderation – except for Vegas weekend, but more on that later.

Family, friends, coworkers knew what was happening, but they didn’t know just how hard I was taking it. To be fair to them, I hid it well. I hid the hurt. I hid the anxiety. I hid the frustration. Ok, I didn’t hide it all, but I hid the severity of it. When friends would talk about a training run or about their excitement for the race, I put on a brave face, smiled and acted happy for them.

But inside, part of me was dying. Part of me hated that it came easy to them. Part of me wanted to scream, “PLEASE SHUT UP. I CAN’T TAKE THIS ANYMORE.” But I didn’t. Sure, I would make snide comments here or there… but I never wanted to take away the joy from my friends. So I hid the pain deep down inside…along with a few pizzas.

It didn’t help that I was a mentor for Team Challenge (which was in itself, pure joy). I would get my butt up for early practices… only to see the team head out for their runs. I would return home, feeling angry, jealous and frustrated.

Here is the starting line of the RNR Las Vegas, as seen from my hotel room. I heard the gun go off and the crowd of 30k runners cheer with excitement. It was then that I finally let go of the pain. I sobbed in my hotel room for a good 15-20 minutes. And then, something clicked.  It was time to stop the pity party, put on my big girl pants (pun intended) and cheer my heart out for my teammates. I’m not gonna lie, I drank my feelings that day… but I also drank them away.

A few days later I officially sent off the bad mojo and made the decision to stop sabotaging myself. And while I’m not quite there yet, I’m actively going in the right direction. I’m committed to meet my fitness goals for 2011.

I fell victim to my pain. Instead of fighting it, I let it take over. It consumed every fiber of my being. And while I haven’t fully expelled it from my body, I have released it.

Begone bad mojo.

Begone bad behavior.

Begone bad thoughts.

Begone.

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This is kind of a big deal

Today I decided to unsubscribe from an e-mail list… and not just any ol’ list. A list for a plus-size clothing store. I haven’t bought clothes there in awhile and hopefully I won’t have a need to shop there any time soon.

Farewell, Torrid!