Ultra Lauren: The Plane

Friday, October 7, 2011

The Plane

Little Man doesn't really understand why Daddy is gone but he does know he's not around. He often goes to the studio or the bedroom, knocks and then ways "Daddy?" over and over.

Because Little Man knows what a plane is I thought it would be brilliant to teach him that Daddy left on a plane. Not so much. We are in the flight path to an airport so every time a plane passes Little man points to the air and says "Daddy plane." Sometimes he gets really upset. It's so sad.

Thank God Music Man will be home tonight and hopefully Little Man won't be so confused by the planes.

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Former Fat Girl

I've been overweight since I was about 8. I've lost weight but always gained it back, and then some. This cycle has repeated itself many times through my life. I've tried plenty of weight loss programs and fad diets and they all worked...for a while.

I think it was around 2003 when I hit my highest weight of 261 pounds. I remember seeing that number and being disgusted. It was a wake up call. So I started walking. And walking.

Later that year I started dating a boy who was training to run a marathon. I expressed interest and he told me I was too fat and out of shape to even consider running a marathon. From that point it was on. I started running little by little.

The LA marathon was my first and it took me almost 8 hours to complete. I was 241 pounds at the time. I was proud of my accomplishments but still felt I had so far to go. One day, while walking with my mom she suggested I try Lindora.

Less than a year after starting Lindora I was down to 164 pounds and within a healthy weight range for my height. But Lindora is a fairly expensive program and since I had reached a healthy weight, I just quit. And one thing leads to another and the weight starts to creep back on.

Luckily, this time it didn't all creep back because I continued to run. 4 marathons in 2 years.

Fast forward to 2009. I had gained back almost half the weight I lost then I got pregnant. Although I walked every day during my pregnancy I still managed to gain almost 40 pounds. The day before I had my son I had reached a very round 250.

And I saw this perfect little face and realized my health no longer affected only me. At 8 weeks post partum I began running again and 2 months after that I was down to my pre pregnancy weight. I continued to exercise and by January 2011 was down another 20 pounds.

In February I started weight training and tracked my calories (similar to the Weight Watchers point system.) And the weight really came off. By the beginning of May I was down to a healthy weight.

Today my weight is around 150 pounds give or take a few depending on hormones and cake cravings. But I don't eat much cake, and when I do I don't give myself a hard time I just continue to eat healthier. And I continue to run.

I run because it keeps me healthy. I run because it gives me a constant goal. I run because I love it.

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Friday, October 7, 2011

The Plane

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