If you’ve been following me for a while, you’ll noticed I’ve revamped a few things.
First, I deleted all of my old, uninformative posts that were obviously made during a time that I wish I could claim as teen angst but instead must admit it was simply me being a total and utter bee-otch. I simply had nothing of substance to say and filled several pages with a little wit and childish memes found on Pinterest.
Not this time.
Now I’m getting back to my roots. You know, the Neeli that had a passion for writing. The Neeli that dreamed of one day writing for Vogue and had aspirations of moving to New York City, living in a nice apartment and being a fiercely independent woman. The Neeli that put her full head and heart in to everything she ever did.
Well, she’s back. So, let’s recap the last few years:
I had my daughter, whom I often refer to as Hurricane Annadelle, in March of 2013. For lack of a better description, I gained a “crapload” of weight during my pregnancy simply because I was overjoyed to be pregnant. I thought, “I’m pregnant so I can eat and do whatever I want.”
Since March of 2013, I’ve somehow managed to lose about 60 pounds through diet and exercise. When I say “diet”, I first referred to cutting calories only. After the first 30 pounds or so, I changed my eating habits significantly to a more “clean eating” approach, eliminating a lot of processed foods and completely cutting out sodas.
Fast forward to March of 2014. I hit a plateau. But unlike many plateaus, I never come out of it. I have continued to be at or around this same weight for over a year now, despite drastic changes in my diet and with the addition of a strenuous running plan. When I say “running plan”, I mean running almost every single day for at least 3 miles using Jeff Galloway’s Interval Timing Method. Seriously, with the amount of time and the distance I run, I would definitely have expected to be at my goal weight by now. Instead, I’m nowhere near it. I AM proud to say I’ve completed over 10 official runs, including 5K’s, a 10K and a mud run.
Fast forward again to the past two weeks. My bestie and running partner, Jessica, has experienced a serious running injury and hasn’t been able to run. Because I’m too lazy and lonely to run without her, I’ve taken a break from running, as well.
To be honest, I am convinced something is medically wrong with me. More specifically, I believe I might be a diabetic. My husband thinks I am just a hypochondriac, but I just don’t believe there is any other explanation for the fact that I have been at a plateau for over a year. I have plans to contact my regular doctor this week to run some tests and see if my theory is correct, so I will update when I know more.
In the meantime, I’ll keep on truckin’. Maybe.