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My name is Katie from
One Day At A Time.
A little over two years ago, I hadn’t even met my husband, Clayton. Now I’m married to a wonderful, hard-working man and the step-mother of a beautiful seven year old. Oh, and I now have two dogs – an adorable jack russell terrier named Laila and a large very-much-so-an-outdoor-dog lab named Bandit. It amazes me how quickly things can change.
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In high school
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I grew up in a large, supportive, close-knit family. Getting a college eduction has always been a heavy emphasis so when I graduated from high school at 18 it didn't occur to me not to go to school. I moved off with high hopes and the type of optimism that only the young usually posess. I was leaving behind my high school boyfriend who, in a desperate attempt to have us stay together, proposed just weeks before I moved. At eighteen, I was delighted at the idea of getting married so young (ha ha ha...) and said yes.
The year I attended school away from home was miserable. My "fiancé" and I would fight almost daily. By the end of the year, I gave up on the idea our relationship would work living so far apart and made the difficult decision to more back and transfer to a school in my hometown. In my naiveity, I thought that moving back would fix everything.
It didn't.
As depression set in, I stopped going to class, my grades plummeted, and the weight started to pack on thanks to my tendency towards emotional eating.
I've always been a full-figured gal and, although I didn't think so at the time, I was fairly athletic and slim for my build through out highschool. Now none of my clothes fit and I couldn't button my pants.
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Headed to a murder mystery party
The upward climb
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I started working in a clothing store around this time and it became easier to ignore the problem. Since I was also emotional shopping, it became easier to ignore the extra 5 pounds here or there. I would tell myself "This style must just fit small" and simply purchase a size larger.
I hit my largest in the beginning of 2007. It was then that I realized I needed a "life-makeover". I ditched my on-again off-again fiancé, finally recognizing the emotionally abusive relationship for what it was. My depression started to lift and I began working out.
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| My heaviest |
It was around this time that I joined Weight Watchers. My first go-round wasn't very successful. I wasn't quite ready to be honest about my portion sizes and still had a penchant for emotionally eating.
Things really changed right before my sister's wedding. She had enlisted in a 6-week bootcamp and encouraged me to join her.
The first day I barely survived but, little by little, I was able to push myself harder and harder. I re-joined Weight Watchers and this time it stuck. I was pushing myself so hard that a slice of cake hardly seemed worth negating that day's work out.
And the pounds started to melt away. By my sister's wedding I had already lost a considerable amount.
And I kept at it.
And kept at it.
And kept at it.
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| The down-hill climb |
I started changing my eating habits. Instead of picking up a value meal at a local fast food place, I was much more likely to pick up a small roll of sushi with some pineapple on the side. I ate fruit all the time. I went through bottle upon bottle of water each day.
I started running on top of my boot camp. At my peak, I was going to boot camp five days a week and running a 5k at the local park three times a week.
As I continued with my "life-makeover", my confidence improved and I became more outgoing. I shedded toxic relationships and made new friends.
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| The slimmer me! |

And I met a boy who quickly became my best friend, partner, and husband. His confidence in me is staggering him. With his support, I went back to school to finish my associate's degree and in the fall I will start an accelerated program for my bachelors.
I didn't just "lose weight". I changed my whole life.
In the end, I lost over 70 pounds. I find that staggering to think about.
I did it by taking one day at a time.