Well, Dear Readers, the time has come for me to be brutally honest not only with you but with myself.  Something I never though would happen did.  I got what I like to call “fat and happy.”  I’m sure you’ve all seen it hundreds of times before - girl falls in love, girl starts to be a little less strict with her self care regime, girl eats out a lot, and boom - a few months later, she’s 15 pounds heavier.  

Here’s the thing. I really thought that it would never happen to me.  I’m the kind of person who thrives with strict boundaries and carefully scheduled time so it should come as no surprise that I thrived as a raw food vegan.  There were clear rules for me to follow, and if I wanted to get really specific I could eat only fruit for a month, or not eat any fruit at all.  The raw food world is pretty segmented and within each segment there are people who are really passionate and extremely dogmatic about their beliefs.  Let’s just say it was pretty easy to create rules for my rules.  I loosened up while I was traveling, but I still managed to create plenty of guidelines to live by.  

I really thought I was safe from love related weight gain. After all, I had rules to keep me safe, but somewhere along the way, my neatly ordered “food-world” started to disintegrate.  100% raw was the first rule to go - I hadn’t stayed raw in Thailand and I came home thinner, so why should I stick to it at home? Then vegan slipped away.  I was out for dinner one night, and there was cheese in my salad. I figured why not eat it just this once.  Next thing you know, I was buying goat’s milk cheese to eat at home. Eggs crept into the mix, and suddenly there I was dipping a piece of french bread into bouillabasse. Fear not, Dear Readers, meat has not crossed my lips, but at the rate things were going, it could have happened soon.  Luckily for the most part, I have stayed away from processed and refined foods, but who knows what would have happened if I’d let myself go any further! 

My admission to you comes with a dual purpose - as a cautionary tale to those of you who think it can’t happen, and for accountability’s sake.  I’ve admitted this to all of the interwebs, so I have no choice but to stick to my guns.  I’m determined to bring my sexy back. Not for anyone else (because oddly enough, people keep telling me how great I look), but for me.  I need to feel comfortable in my own skin again, to have my clothes fit the way I like them to, to like the way my body feels in my yoga practice.  

I’m back behind the wheel now - I’ve just completed a program called Tigher in 10 Days (more about this soon) which totally flipped my workout routine upside down.  It wasn't easy. I like that. If something isn't easy, I'm much less likely to screw up my food.  Working so hard made me not want to mess up what I was eating. I managed to eat clean and well combined. I’ve stayed away from sugar including fruit. I feel good. My healthy mojo is on its way back!

xxoo,

Marietta

P.S. - I’d much rather be chubby, happy and in love, than single, cranky and debatably orthorexic, but someone once told me that if you want it all, you can have it all. Here’s to finding the way to have it all!