It’s been almost 6 years since I posted here, and boy what a 6 years that has been! I met the man of my dreams, got married, and had a son. Our almost-3 year old toddler Graham is our joy and keeps me busy, to say the least! But now that life is settling into a new rhythm and the diaper days are over, I find myself drawn back to my other life’s passion: talking about nutrition and weight management. I’ve been intending to get back to this blog and even started writing a book about diets, which I’m incredibly excited about, but found myself continually delaying as I tried to get the last 10 pounds off.
Mind you, I’ve lost 45 pounds since weaning my son from breast milk the very week that this photo was taken of me (at 189 pounds) for the New York Times. And at 145 pounds today, I have been happily living at a normal BMI (for about the first time in my life) for the past 7 months or so. This puts me a whopping 155 pounds lighter than my highest weight of 300 pounds. (!!!) Yet, I felt like it wasn’t good enough… like I needed to get down to 135 pounds — the middle of the range of normal weights for my height — before I could put myself out there again as a weight loss/maintenance expert. So, I kept working on my book and kept procrastinating as my weight hovered around 145.
I’ve finally come to the realization that authenticity may be better than perfection. Even if and when I do eventually reach 135 pounds — which I am still striving for — I’m sure my inner critic will come up with new reasons why I’m not smart enough, thin enough, good enough, to publish a book about diets. So I’ve decided that I’ll stop letting my actions be driven by the fear of public criticism and embrace discomfort and vulnerability instead. I may not be perfect. But I’m passionate and heartfelt. Hopefully that’s good enough. ❤️