So there's this little thing called the scale...

Something happened the other day that I never thought would. For starters, as a woman I try to make it a point to not step on the scale that much to check my weight. I feel like its unhealthy to constantly be worried about the number that stares back at you. Well, after a couple months of feeling this way, I tried it out. I was shocked by what it said back to me. Matter of fact, I was a little more than shocked. I had a panic attack.

Yes, I had gained some weight. Not enough to where my clothes didn't necessarily fit, but still. In my early 20's I had my weight in check and pretty much knew what it was during certain times of the day. The problem with that is I was becoming obsessive about it. I was never happy with what it said, I always wanted it to be lower. It was never good enough. Mind you, I've always been an avid fitness fanatic. I still keep a routine of usually working out five days a week or more, and I've always worked with a personal trainer just to motivate me and make me do things I'd normally slack on a little. I know how to eat healthy and usually do.

So why the "sudden" increase on the scale?

 

 

This is where it gets a little foreign to me. I'm going to have to go with age. I realize that 24 is still very young, but it's not young enough to have a decrease in metabolism from my teenage years and early 20s. And this is what makes my stomach churn. We women want nothing more than to be healthy, and happy, and look good while we're at it. It's a sinking feeling knowing no matter how hard you try, as you get older you have to change a lot of things with your diet and exercise routine to see the results you used to see. I used to be able to get away with chocolate and Snickers bars and beer and wine and vodka and whatever else you want to throw in there. Now? Maybe not so much.

 

So now what?

 

 

Now that I have calmed down, I understand that it's going to be a little tougher from here on out. Perhaps that glass or two of wine a night is now going to have be changed to once a month. Or better yet, maybe every couple of months. I'm going to have to watch what I eat more closely now, always substituting for the healthiest options..and if I have to have a soda now, it's going to be diet. (I used to absolutely hate the thought of diet soda..My thought was if you're going to drink a soda..DRINK A SODA!) And absolutely no excuse to skip a work out.

 

 

After all, I guess the biggest motivator is the scale....

 

 



Sudden revelations...

So I meant to start blogging when I created this site back in November. Here we are, some 10 months later, and I am just on my second entry. It occured to me as I was going through my twitter archives to actually find the link to this site, I wasn't sure what it was I wanted to write about. I've never been one to air my "dirty laundry" so to speak or talk of my daily problems. But there is one thought that always seems to be on my mind these days: College was so much better than the "real world."

I graduated from Coastal Carolina University two years ago now. I couldn't wait for that day, the day I would be "free." The day I would be able to go on vacations if I needed to, the day when I would have free time and not have to worry about studying or any last minute articles I needed to write since I was the editor of the school newspaper. Basically, I thought I'd be stress-free. I thought I'd be able to find the perfect job off the bat and make all the money I would need. Well, folks- it doesn't always go that way!

I've learned in my two years in the working world that a college degree does not gaurantee that high-earning job. You pretty much still have to start right off at the bottom, working on a small hourly basis or even on commission. (COMMISSION! I don't even like sales!!)

Quit frankly- it sucks. College was so much better. I've discovered that I'm happier in a learning environment doing work that I actually love. Writing articles for the newspaper, attending events to interview people and to later feature. I loved writing that 40 pages for my thesis paper on Social Media: Women's Body Image in Society. That was what made me tick. Back then, I thought it was all just a means to an end and I just couldn't wait for it to end. It's sad to think that back then I was rushing something that I thought would never end. But it did.

Instead, I find myself working dead-end jobs that I don't even enjoy, especially everytime I take a look at my bank account. I finally came to the revelation just yesterday:

In college, I had so much more going for me.

 

Something's got to give. Something's got to change. I need something more challenging, something that I love doing. And something long term. I just hope I can figure out what sooner than later.