52 minutes 50 seconds. 

All summer long, I’ve been running at either 5 or 6 am until last week when I had a temporary work conflict and was running mid-day in the full heat/sun. It. Was. Miserable.  Today is my day off. Naturally, I planned a 6am run today.  Naturally, I overslept.  

But it’s September. At at 8:30 when I finally hit the road- it was 56 degrees and breezy.  It was sunny- but the mature trees on my chosen path gave me just the right amount of shade. 

It’s not the fastest I’ve run 5 miles, but it felt amazing.  Wait.  NO!  I just scrolled through my Garmin history.  It IS the fastest I’ve run 5 miles!  PR for the win!  

I think my friend Kaitlin was right.  Listening to a podcast about murder DOES make you run faster.  I’m enjoying the “my favorite murder” podcast a lot. If you’re into super polished/edited/organized podcasts… this is not for you.  But if you want to feel like you’re just hanging out with a couple of your funny friends who occasionally get way off topic- I highly recommend it. Starting tomorrow, a podcast I LOVE is coming back from “summer break.”  It’s called “buffering the vampire slayer” and besides being funny and charming- the ladies who host it create the most amazing episode recap songs for each Buffy the Vampire Slayer episode. It’s amazing. What are you listening to?  Favorite albums? Podcasts? Audio books?

I’m off today, but the love of my life is back to reality.  This probably means nothing SUPER fancy to eat until Saturday.  Maybe I’ll give this whole cooking thing a shot tonight.  Eh.  I really love him- and he prefers not to be tortured by my cooking…. so… we’ll see.  

Labor Day

Real quick.  Today was a rest day, so no running to report on.  Work was fun AND ridiculous.  Fun:

Ridiculous: customers are NOT always right.  Sometimes they’re just batshit crazy.  Is that something you guys want to hear about?  Because… I’ve got stories.  

Five miles tomorrow.  Really hoping this heat and humidity eases up.  

See you tomorrow. 

5am to 9pm

Today was long.  But so good.

It started with a nine miler.  I’d be lying if I said I had been looking forward to it.  My last several runs have been rough.  I’ve felt like each step was a challenge- and I had a lot of mental road blocks.  My great friend, Kaitlin, got me started on a podcast (#myfavoritemurder) and it’s creepy, but wonderful.  I started on episode one last night, so with murder on my mind… I drove to meet Kaitlin at 5:45am at a new running path.  I’ve never been so aware of how easy I would be to murder than I was for the 3 minutes I waited in my car for her. It was so dark.  And there was no one around.  Then she got there, and I didn’t feel much safer.  We headed from the parking lot to the path and it looked like we were walking into the nothingness.  Thankfully, it wasn’t as dark as it looked from afar, and there was some moonlight trickling through the trees.  The sun slowly started to come up- and everything was BEAUTIFUL.  There was a chill in the air- a mist along the ground… and you guys?  BAMBI was there!

The first two miles felt good, but some how long.  I was surprised we weren’t half way done by mile two- but we felt good and strong, and had so much to talk about.

 We got done and I got home at 8am which gave me exactly 25 minutes to get ready for work.  I showered- but didn’t bother to wash my hair.  It felt disgusting.  I got a stupid amount of compliments on how cute it looked.  Remind me to be filthy more often.

Work was… interesting.  On the whole, it went as well as a ten hour day can go after a 9 mile run.  Some stuff happened that is going to cause trouble down the line- but nothing that can’t be managed.  Luckily, no one pooped anywhere inappropriate today.

I came home, and not only had my wonderful, amazing, and terribly handsome boyfriend repotted our plants and done a bunch of cleaning, he also made me swordfish with homemade compound butter that I would be happy to eat with a spoon!  It was all so delicious.  My only complaint was there wasn’t more to eat.  That’s always my complaint… and maybe why I struggle to lose weight… but it was THAT good.

After dinner, we went to Oberweiss for a chess date.  He had a strawberry shake, and I had an amazing view of this hottie.

Total day- five out of five stars.  Would recommend.

Tomorrow should be pretty great.  I do have to work- which is unfortunate… BUT I only have to work an 8 hour shift! Eight and skate! And I may or may not be wearing a costume.  (By that I mean I am for sure wearing a costume.)  See you tomorrow!

Who pooped in the sink?

This day started out pretty shitty…

Good news or bad news first?

Bad news.  Today was rough.

So yeah.  My fitness pal.  Thanks for making me perfectly aware that I’ve been doing a terrible job of eating lately.  I over ate on all three of my macros today.  AND I was attempting to be good.

AND someone pooped in the sink at work.   Yeah.  That ACTUALLY happens.  NO.  This wasn’t the worst bathroom incident I’ve had at one of my stores.

Quick.  Stop thinking about pooping in a public sink.

Good news.  My dinner was INCREDIBLE.

Have I mentioned my boyfriend?  He’s the kind of person who eats whatever he wants (which is frequently take out) and doesn’t gain any weight.  In the first year we were dating.. I tried to keep up with him and would eat him pizza for pizza.  Giant burrito for giant burrito.  I gained 30 pounds.  He gained 7.   Four years later… he hasn’t gained any more than that first 7.  Maybe it’s a total of 10.  Anyway it isn’t fair…. BUT- he has this amazing redeeming quality.  He LOVES to cook.  Tonight he made me a perfectly cooked prime tenderloin with goat cheese, asparagus, and strawberries.  I know he really loves me because he gives me the juicy plate.

Tomorrow has to be better.  I’m starting my day with a 9 mile run, and then heading to work.  My wonderful boyfriend is going to be making me a fancy seafood dinner that I will eat with gusto.

Wish me luck (and poop free sinks.)


Weight Loss

My weight loss backstory…

So you’re probably looking at the collage of pictures thinking… She doesn’t look all that different..  Just a much more flattering photo on the right.

And you’re right.  I don’t look THAT different.  But I am.  The picture on the left was my first ever half marathon.  I’m not sure what my weight was, but I’d guess around 190.   The middle picture is my second half marathon.  I had lost some weight, but had started putting it back on by this point, and I think I was around 170.   I’m currently at 151.4.  I’ve been stuck in the 150’s since March.   I’m about 5″2.

How did I get here?  I’m glad you asked.

Between kindergarden and first grade, I packed on a lot of weight.  I was a chubby kid with the belly of a forty year old man with a beer habit and no metabolism.  It sucked, and I was very aware of how different I looked than all my friends.  I think I went on my first diet when I was 11.

I’ve tried a lot of different diets.  Nothing really stuck.  I read a book called “Skinny Bitch.”  It turns out it’s less of a diet book, more vegan propaganda.  It fucked me up emotionally, and I was vegan for 6 months… which meant I made and consumed a stupid amount of pasta and vegan cupcakes (which were delicious and full of vegan sugar and other super expensive ingredients.)  I ended up going back to dairy, but stayed a vegetarian from May of 2008 until December of 2015.  It was a very emotional decision, but I decided to start eating meat again for health reasons.

I’ve tried to just be a normal human person and not eat like a monster (myfitnesspal was a real eye opener to just how much I was consuming.) I’ve had some success, but I’ve mostly had a lot of failure.  A few years ago, a friend of mine went on a very strict, very expensive diet called “Ideal Protein.”  It worked beautifully for her.  I first signed up in 2014 (I think) and I dropped from 190 to 160 in about four months.  The diet is extremely strict.  You eat one of their packets for breakfast.  You eat a packet plus 2 cups of approved vegetables for lunch, and then for dinner you have 2 more cups of vegetables with 8oz of lean protein.  At some point during the day, you have one of their packets as a snack.  The food comes in packs of 7 for around $28… three packets a day would mean you’d need 3 boxes minimum per week and spend a minimum of $84 per week… but it was working! I would have paid anything (literally- my soul was totally on the market- the devil just didn’t seem interested.)

The way the program works- there are four phases, and what I just described is phase one.  Once you’ve reached goal weight, you move on to phase two,  then three and four.  The whole concept is LOW/NO carb LOW/NO fat and moderate protein.  During phase one, you’re not supposed to do any kind of meaningful cardio (but I had already committed to running a half marathon a few months after I started.  You’re allowed to work out on the later phases as you reintroduce carbs and basically relearn how to eat.  I had expected it to work faster… I thought I would have reached my goal weight (140) in the four months that I was on it.  I asked the clinic I was going to if I could phase off so I could start running more (I had been running minimally the whole time… REBEL!) They were NOT supportive of me phasing off.  I felt a little bit fat shamed.  I tried to phase off on my own, but within a week- I was eating like I was on death row.  I had to have everything I had been denying myself.  I had to have A LOT of it.  The forty pounds came back fast and extremely squishy.

From 2014 to 2016 I bounced around in the 180’s until I basically just gave up and got up to 201.  When I saw the starting number of TWO, I had a bit of a break down, and went back to Ideal Protein.  It seemed different this time.  I walked in with a chip on my shoulder, but the whole staff at the clinic was different… and they were kind and helpful and supportive.  The weight was coming back off, even if it was slower than the last time (being over 30 sucks sometimes.)  I got down to 158.  And then I found out I have Hashimoto’s Thyroiditis.  We’ll talk more about that later.

I’ve been attempting to eat a ketogenic diet ever since.  In short, Keto is low/no carb, HIGH FAT, moderate protein.  Adventures in BACON! With keto and increased exercise, I’ve gotten down to 151.4 (for one glorious moment I was at 150) but I know that I could be working harder/eating better and that I would see better results.  So, for now, I’m admitting it.  I have a problem.  I’m half ass-ing my food choices.  I’m not eating gluten or any straight up carbs, but I’m not really tracking/weighing/measuring and I know if I was, I’d see more results.

For now, that’s where I leave you.  I’ll tell you all about my adventures with bacon and trying really hard to be body positive later.  For now, a rest day.  Tomorrow I cross train, and who knows… maybe I’ll track my food and meet my macros, but maybe I’ll eat 11 slices of bacon and feel too ashamed to tell myfitnesspal…. we’ll see.



Run Katie, Run.

My running back story…

Some background on me and running…

I’ve always wanted to be a runner.  Maybe not always.  I rebelled HARD against running the mile in PE class in grade school.  In third grade, I was not allowed to partake in the “field day” games because I had made such a stink about not running/racing.  As a teen- I glamorized running right around the same time I saw Run Lola Run.  The weird artsy fartsy boy I had a crush on really liked it, so naturally, I really liked it.   We owned a treadmill at the time, and I tried to be a runner, but I couldn’t stick with it.  I think, total, I may have used the treadmill 22 times (thank you season 2 of Buffy The Vampire Slayer DVDs.)

Fast forward to being a grown up.  I tried a bunch of different fitness DVDs and a handful of classes at local gyms, but I kept coming back to the IDEA of running.  In my mind- all runners were these svelte long limbed happy people, and the only thing stopping me from being them was the fact that I wasn’t running.

So I started.

It was about five years ago, hot as hell outside, and I had worked early.   I asked my boyfriend if Foxy, furball of delight, would be ok to go for kind of long walk in the stupid heat, half hoping he would say no… H said yes.  So Foxy and I walked.  Once we were in the next neighborhood over, we ran. Not far.  Not fast.  But apparently long enough for my boyfriend’s sister (and then next door neighbor) to see me running.   She told me it made her want to be a runner, and I’ve been running ever since.


I have been running on and off for five years.  I’ve completed 7 half marathons and a handful of shorter races.  I’m slow.  I’m not disciplined.  I’ve never fully committed to a training regimen.  All long runs (five miles or more) left me utterly wrecked.

This spring, I ran my 7th and most recent half marathon, having barely trained for it.   I found myself roughly 40 pounds lighter (don’t worry–we’ll get to that in another post) and I realized it didn’t have to be so hard.  Less impact from my body size already lightened my load (see what I did there) so imagine what a real training program might accomplish!

Enter Hal Higdon.

I downloaded the Hal Higdon app which is a bit clunky, but convenient to see what runs should be done on which dates.  I’ve been following it pretty strictly since the beginning of August, and I’m very excited about my next half marathon on September 17th.  At that point, I’ll be able to really compare this half to my last half, and give you a super honest review of the Hal Higdon half marathon training program: novice.

In the mean time, I’m going to be letting you know how my runs are going, my adventures in cross training (I own A LOT of yoga DVDs) and my attempt to keep losing weight.


Stay tuned…