About Mindy

Positive Transformation Writer
Fat Runner and  Novice Yogi
Co-Creator with the Universe
Hot Tea addict

I’ve been obese since before I could remember.

I wasn’t raised in a health-conscious home growing up. I gave up fruits and veggies after the age of 3 due to taste and texture aversions. I didn’t come back to salads until I was 16. Portion control wasn’t a concept I learned until my college years. Luckily, the bullying growing up was limited as I tended to be oblivious to a lot of things back then. Plus, I was a happy {oblivious} kid, who never really acted out and befriended everyone.

It wasn’t until I took an interest in romantic relationships did I realize that physical appearance mattered {SO much }and that I was not what turned heads. This led me down the D/D cycle: popularly known as “depression and dessert” cycle.  Losing weight and being attractive was my #1 goals but I didn’t have any idea of how to go about it.

Learn from my experience:
Crash diets don’t work.
Diet pills don’t work.
Starving yourself doesn’t work.
Extreme cleanses do not work.
I’m not ashamed to say I did these things; I didn’t know any better at ground zero.

I didn’t learn how to eat healthy until after a massive breakup from an abusive relationship. There was a lot of mental and emotional healing and the therapist made a point of addressing my unhealthy relationship with food as a comfort source.

I began watching my portions and opted for to-go boxes to “half” my meals. I gave up soda and juice and did my best to drink more water and snack less while living at home. The scale stopped going up but it didn’t go down.

I counted my blessings and began trying online dating. Eventually, I started dating a man and on date #3 I knew I would marry him. (though I didn’t tell him this until after I married him 3 years later) He was also working on losing weight (and as all men do, having an easier time than us ladies).
Together we both worked on upping the healthy factor. Only skim milk or water. Healthy recipes. We started using My Fitness Pal. The only snacks were yogurt or Kashi bars. Limiting sugar is still a big goal. So, the food side was getting cleaned up and better habits were forming.

Exercise and gyms were my next hurdle. Absolutely hated this. Gyms are an anxiety zone and anything remotely looking like a PE class was instantly crossed off. It was only in late 2012 after a gal pal began running did I jump on the bandwagon. It was cheap (HAHAHA! that thought was so cute back then!) and I didn’t need to drive anywhere and plan around open/close times. I just needed shoes, headphones and my C25K app.

I completed my first 5K that December. 2013, the goal was 12 races. I finished at 16.


2014, the goal was 24 races but with longer distances, 10K, 15K and a Half. I finished at 30 races but the Balloon Fest Half in September crashed me. I trained too hard, too fast and in a Texas summer. After that experience, I took I hiatus from running.

Which lead to 2015 – 2017 being the years of half-assness. I didn’t do yoga like I said I would. I walked any 5Ks we did. Work life was pushing me back into a depression that spilled over into my home life. I just stopped caring about everything.

Then today 7/27/2017 I hit the motherload of all my fears. The scale showed the number I swore I would never allow myself to hit: 330lbs or 23.6 stone.  After a wonderfully horrendous breakdown at 5am I dusted myself off and said enough was enough.

  • I picked 3 daily goals – I would drink more water, get my steps in and finish my MFP entry. (I was successful for the latter two.)
  • I would run an Ultramarathon before I’m 40; so I have 9 years to get my shit in order.

We will see what tomorrow brings.