It’s a fair question. Because, really, did the world need another health podcast? Yes, yes, it did. … Well, at least we think so. But you can read more about the two yahoos behind the mics and decide for yourself.
Oh, gawd. I have to tell you why you should care what a middle-aged white woman from the Midwest thinks about diets and health and wellness and fitness. So much pressure!
Long, long ago, in a galaxy far, far … fuck. Such a cliche. Might as well start with “it was a dark and stormy night.”
Well, it wasn’t really a dark and stormy night. So, plot twist!
It was actually like a year or two after I graduated from college, and I was tipping the scale at about 240 pounds. At that point, it didn’t really feel like “tipping” the scale. More like the scale was pleading with me to get off because it wasn’t meant for livestock. (Hey, I can make my own fat jokes, OK? It’s called self-deprecation.)
Anyhoo, I knew I needed to do something, but with no real experience with healthy eating, I didn’t really know where to start.
My mother had some success with “Sugar Busters,” so I decided that would be my jumping-off point.
And thus started what would be a solid 15-ish year battle with my weight.
In the beginning …
At first, it was all good in the hood. The first like 60 pounds came off, really, without much fanfare in a little more than a year. I also started incorporating more walking and a tiny amount of resistance training.
When the weight loss slowed, I switched to Weight Watchers.
But this was old-school WW. Like, there was a slide rule involved for some reason, and there were no online resources to tell you how many points restaurant food had, and a banana was 18 points, which was really disappointing because you only got four points for the whole day if you were a woman. … I may be exaggerating, but that’s for reals how it felt.
After another year, year and a half-ish (honestly, time is fuzzy at this point because I was in a constant state of hunger.), another 40 pounds came off.
Did I attend WW meetings to learn how to keep the weight off? Oh, sugar. You are adorable. I sure the fuck did not.
So, for about the next four years, I engaged in a restrict/binge cycle that was epic to behold. I was the picture of restraint during the week and then motorboated every gram of sugar I could find on the weekends.
See, without ever figuring out why I had worked my way up to 240 in the first place, I had no way to figure out how to change my relationship with food. … Jebus, that sounds like some shit a therapist probably said at some point. Regardless, it’s true.
Then came the Dirty Thirties
Throughout my 30s, a whole bunch of shit went down in my personal life, and I dealt with it all like a totally fully functioning adult: I ate my way through. All the while, I flirted with various ways of trying to get a handle on my bingeing, including CrossFit, yoga, paleo, Whole30, among others. Those flirtations, in turn, lead to some Light Bulimia and Orthorexia. So, I had that going for me.
By the time I hit my mid-30s, I was over all of it.
For the most part, I quit trying to follow any eating plan. I knew the only way to address my food issues was to stop putting restrictions around what I ate.
So, that all worked out perfectly, and now it’s all rainbows and puppy dogs, right?
Seriously, y’all are too, too cute.
Throughout navigating all the coping mechanisms of my 30s, I managed to pack on about half the weight I originally lost. I hated the way I looked. I hated the way I felt.
So, right now, I’m working on the hating part.
It’s far from over, but that’s what this Feed Me and Tell Me I’m Pretty adventure’s all about, and you can read more about that here.
Welcome to the Feed Me and Tell Me I’m Pretty podcast! … Or the FMATMIP podcast. That’s the handy dandy acronym that is really awkward and unwieldy. You’re welcome. … Or just Feed Me and Tell Me for short. Pick your poison! We’re very flexible here. Well, not physically, but …
Wait, where was I?
Oh, right. My bio.
Basically, I love love food. But food doesn’t love me. … Well, it loves my butt, hips, and thighs.
Gluten wants to kill me.
My name is AJ and I am a recovering couch potato. (“Hi, AJ.”) No, seriously. That’s a thing! The struggle is real, people. Especially when the couch is comfortable, the cheese doodles are plentiful, and Midwestern winters are about seven months long.
I’ve struggled with my weight my whole life, and more importantly, I’ve struggled to reach a level of fitness where I could enjoy an active lifestyle that didn’t leave me breathless and overexerted from changing the channel.
My heaviest weight was 225 pounds, but my steady-state weight was 195. … Until it wasn’t, and the number on the scale started to climb ever higher.
I also watched the women in my family struggle with obesity-related health issues like diabetes. So, when the doctor told me that I was “pre-diabetic,” I decided to make some changes. Ever since, I’ve started to take food and fitness more seriously.
But wading through all of the information and conflicting science is exhausting. And every week, there’s a new diet guru to distrust.
So we’re going to try some things. Hack ourselves, if you will. Hopefully not hack anything off or hack each other up (Hillary is cray and mean.) and report back to you all.
You can listen in as we make this journey to more healthful living. But we’re doing it as real peeps because we know that’s what you all are too.
Learn with us. Laugh with us. Laugh at us. We’re game.