At last update I was at just over 600k total views to my stories on FanFiction.net
On Christmas Day, 2012, I reached 1,000,000! Yes, one MILLION views to my stories. Holy balls. I honestly never expected that kind of traffic, and seeing it now (and realizing that eight months got me another 400k views alone) is really inspiring. I know FanFiction is not writing in the most traditional sense, I suppose, but it’s something that I and thousands of others partake in and feel good about. It’s a way to work on developing plot without having too stress ourselves out over simultaneous character development. I save that kind of stress for NaNoWriMo, in November…
I completed two of my most popular stories to date, and crossed 540 something reviews to one of them. I know that’s still not a ton (my eventual goal is 1k+ reviews on my stories, but we’ll work on that) but it’s a definite start. Weeee!
TL;DR, I need to lose this weight and I’m tired of hating my body.
Current Weight: 165ish
Ultimate Goal Weight: 120-130, wherever I’m happiest with my body fat percentage and how toned I’ll be.
Highest Weight: 180ish
Just by helping myself out of a huge binge eating problem, I’ve lost 15 pounds. Unfortunately now I’m stuck there, and have just knocked it into my head again that I need to make changes in order to see results. Duh!
I’m starting a Couch to 5k while also implementing an at-home workout routine with boyfriend that will include crunches (later sit ups and pushups), planks, and the like. I want to work out and walk/run for at least an hour and a half every day, and we’ve already drastically changed our diet to exclude unhealthy and bad fatty foods. We’ve been eating healthy for a week straight now, so tomorrow starts the exercise portion.
I’m excited to finally be thin. I hate hating myself. I’ve been pinning and reblogging pictures of girls I want to look like, for inspiration.
I’ve been out of shape since I had a knee injury during my freshman year of high school that ended any hopes I’d had of dancing. That was almost eight years ago. A deep depression followed, and so did the gradual addition of 60 pounds to my body. I once weighed 130 at 5’5, perfectly healthy. By the time I turned 19, I weighed almost 180-something pounds (I’d given up looking at a scale then, though I assume it was around there or higher) and decided I needed a change. I made it – and stopped binge eating – and quickly dropped down to 165.
Unfortunately, I’ve been stuck there now for three years due to a lack of commitment and enthusiasm and motivation. I’ve set up plans, and then never even started.
This all changes now. I’m going to lose the weight, and in the process I’d like to get back into running, which I enjoyed moderately as a kid. I didn’t enjoy it as I got older (because it wasn’t “cool” and then because I couldn’t) but I started running a bit when I went to the gym months and months ago and found strange comfort in it. It’s nice. I can push myself, challenge myself. And it’s something that I can train myself to do without equipment or anything.
I’m going to modify a Couch to 5k to fit my timeline, so that I’m not just finishing a training course right before I’m due to race. I’d like to finish it a few weeks in advance, so that I can work on pacing and stretching and getting my body back into running condition before I attempt and make a fool of myself.
I started today without really having to start – 30 minutes walking was more than four times covered by a long afternoon at Disneyland with family and my ever-supportive boyfriend. I told him my plans, and that I can do it by myself, but he seems more than willing to join me and keep me motivated and positive. Bless that boy, I may just have him run a few steps ahead of me so I can chase that cute butt all the way to the finish line.