Gains, victories and goodbyes

A few months ago, I made the decision to bring my blogs to WordPress from Blogger. However, I’ve decided that I am going to return to Blogger this week. I’ve already made the transition with my main blog Kentucky Geek Girl and when I’m done fixing it up, I’ll be exporting Tasha Gets Healthy. KGG is my main blogging project and I will be focusing my creative energies over there. I want to do some big things with it. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy blogging here, but I’m still new at the whole big time blogging scene, so I need to direct focus. I hope you all continue to follow my story and progress.

I went to my Weight Watchers meeting on Saturday and found that I’d gained 0.8 pounds. I was kind of bummed, but I just decided that I needed to log it and move on. I’ll be celebrating my 16th week on Weight Watchers this Saturday and had other things to think about. Case in point: the Weight Watchers 5k Walk-it Challenge. Okay, folks. I did it. I took the challenge and I completed the course. I started earlier than everyone else on Sunday so I could get to a friend’s house, but I ended up running into a girl that I went to school with and that I now work with at my part-time weekend job. It was nice to chat with here while we walked and it really made the time go by. I downloaded the iMapMyRun so I could chart my progress… and found out that I took the wrong trail at the park. Oops. But, in my defense, it turned out to be a train with more hills and was moderately more difficult. I’m winning! In all seriousness, it was a great experience and I’m glad to have done it. 2 months ago, I couldn’t fathom doing a health trail at a park. In fact, I met my friends at a local park and gave up like 20 minutes in. To have overcome that is a huge milestone for me.

Tomorrow evening, I’m going to be taking a Zumba class with Emily of Skinny Emmie, Krissie from Questions for Dessert and Noel, whom I haven’t met yet. I am really looking forward to it because my last Zumba class I walked out about 15 minutes in. I kind of have this self-doubt thing where I give up if something is too hard. Not anymore. I refuse to give up. I’m going to take that class and it’s going to be fun and I’m going to sweat and reap the benefits of my healthy lifestyle. I’ve also been participating in the #fitblog chats on Twitter. I’ve met some remarkable bloggers who write about weight loss, fitness, and healthy living. It’s been great to get to know people’s stories and see what is working or not working for them.

So, this will be my last post on WordPress. I hope you all follow me back to Blogger. The site is ready, just need to export the blog. Thank you for your support the last few months. It’s been so appreciated.

Today’s Weigh-in: +0.8 pounds

Total weight loss on Weight Watchers (since 2/12): -22 pounds

Total weight loss since 11/4/2010: -53.6 pounds



Challenging myself

A few posts ago, I said that I had anticipated walking in a 5k in November. Well, I’ve bumped that up a few months. On May 22, Weight Watchers is holding the Walk It Challenge. This morning, I found out that one of our center leaders is trying to put together a walk at a local park. On the Weight Watchers site for the Walk It Challenge, the closest event was in like Cincinnati or some place like that, so to have an event here in Lexington is pretty awesome. I made the decision: I’m going to walk in that 5k and I am beyond excited.

May 22 is 4 days before my 24th birthday. It is 3 days before I plan to complete a Zumba class with Emily and Krissie at the Lexington Athletic Club, where Emily is a member. It’s going to be an amazing week to have a birthday, to say the least.

I went to the gym this morning before my Weight Watchers meeting and it didn’t adversely affect my weigh-in like I was afraid it would. In fact, I was .4 pounds lighter at my meeting. Anyhoo, today made up for my horrible weigh-in last week.

Today’s Weigh-in: -11.4 pounds

Total weight loss on Weight Watchers (since 2/12): -22.8 pounds

Total weight loss since 11/4/2010: -54.4 pounds

A Belated Mother’s Day Post

I’m 23 years old and have lived as an only child with just my mom for the majority of my life. There are a few years in between where we shared a house with my grandparents, but it’s been mostly her and I. Being an only child of an only child, people often referred to us more as sisters than mother and daughter. I would always scoff at the notion. Maybe it was because I always looked older than I really was and mom always looked much younger. She really did, it was quite amazing, frankly. In retrospect, I think the thing that made me look so much older when I was a kid was the fact that I was always so much heavier than the other kids. I was also taller, though I stopped growing in sixth grade when I hit 5’6”. But this post isn’t about me.

I didn’t give my mom credit often enough when I was growing up. She worked (sometimes two jobs) to be able to provide things for me. She went back to school and finished her degree amid health problems (her own and those of family members.) She became caretaker for my two aunts, my grandfather’s older sisters, who had no one else. She did all of things and never forgot about me. Though I didn’t want many toys or play things as a child, she always made sure that I had enough. She stayed up all night beating Super Mario World with me during the Blizzard of ’93. She encouraged all of my geeky interests and never criticized my idiosyncrasies. And most of all:

She’s always had my back.

In 2005, I made the decision to come to Lexington for school. She knew I’d get it, just as she knew that I’d be able to do anything that I set my mind to. She constantly supported me and made me go back even though I contemplated not returning after my first year. She’d had surgery and had to go on dialysis due to a sudden, freak kidney problem in the summer of 2006. I have tried to stand by her through all of her health problems, even sleeping in the waiting room of the intensive care unit at Our Lady of Bellefonte Hospital because my grandma wouldn’t leave. Mom spent two weeks in a coma over Christmas and New Year’s 2008-09 following another surgery. I couldn’t leave, just as she has never left me.

Six years after I made the decision to come to Lexington, I haven’t completed my degree, but her faith in my hasn’t wavered. (I haven’t been in school that entire time, by the way.) I feel like a failure because of just how much faith she’s had in me. My output of success vs her faith hasn’t been that high. I know that everything happens for a reason and that if things are meant to be, they’ll be. But if there is one thing I can give her right now, it’s my weight loss. It’s been a long time coming and she said I’ve already made her proud of me. (Though I have a long way to go.)

This year, I couldn’t see her for mother’s day. Grandma was working (she’s been a Walmart people greeter for over 20 years) and mom didn’t feel like driving to Morehead where we have our weekend lunch dates. So, I hopped on my computer and recorded a song for her a capella. This song means a lot to us. We heard it when we were out for a Sunday drive on Mother’s Day probably 7 or 8 years ago. We listened to the song and we cried, just as I’m crying right now writing this post and still not expressing all of the love that I have for my mom, and all of the appreciation that I’ve had for all of her sacrifices over my last 23 years.

I love you, mama. I can’t tell you how much you meant to me in only one day.

The Wilkinsons – 26 Cents
She sat alone on a bus out of Beaumont
The courage of just 18 years
A penny and quarter were taped to a letter
And momma’s goodbye in her ears

She watched as her high school faded behind her
And the house with the white picket fence
Then she read the note that her momma had wrote
Wrapped up with 26 cents

When you get lonely, call me
Anytime at all and I’ll be there with you, always
Anywhere at all
There’s nothing I’ve got that I wouldn’t give
And money is never enough
Here’s a penny for your thoughts
A quarter for the call
And all of your momma’s love

A penny and a quarter buys a whole lot of nothing
Taped to an old wrinkled note
And when she didn’t have much she had all momma’s love
Inside that old envelope

When you get lonely, call me
Anytime at all and I’ll be there with you, always
Anywhere at all
There’s nothing I’ve got that I wouldn’t give
And money is never enough
Here’s a penny for your thoughts
A quarter for the call
And all of your momma’s love

Oh its been years since momma’s been gone
But when she holds the coins she feels her love just as strong

When you get lonely, call me
Anytime at all and I’ll be there with you, always
Anywhere at all
There’s nothing I’ve got that I wouldn’t give
And money is never enough
Here’s a penny for your thoughts
A quarter for the call
And all of your momma’s love

Here’s a penny for your thoughts
A quarter for the call
And all of your momma’s love


I wonder if sometimes we sabotage ourselves. It doesn’t really matter the situation, weight loss or just happiness in general. Sometimes we have a good thing going for us then just mess it all up. I made the decision on Wednesday that I wasn’t going to track for the rest of the week. I was going to eat whatever I wanted and not care, then start over on Saturday, my weigh in day. So, I did just that. I had pizza, potato chips, alcohol, and didn’t even care. Today, I went to my Weight Watchers meeting and the scale said 5.8 pounds. I expected a gain, but honestly not that much. I began to wonder if I didn’t just screw up all of my hard work. Honestly, taking my break didn’t even suit me all that much. I was having horrible migraine headaches and was sick to my stomach for 3 days. I’m feeling better now, but now I know that eating healthy is just good for my body.

Then, my best friend reassured me. Yes, I’ve been working so hard, tracking almost to the point of obsession. I needed a break. I needed to cut loose, if just for a few days. So, I did. And now, my head is on straight, I’m going back to the gym tomorrow and I am going to be a tracking machine once again. I know what I have to do and what I need to do to get there. I didn’t really sabotage myself after all.

Guest Post: FiT

Hey everyone, Leila here, guest posting at Tasha Gets Healthy! Even though I am on a weight loss journey of my own, I blog about books instead, so you can catch me at Within Pages!


In late January, the boy and I decided to start the weight loss journey together. We embarked on the Atkins diet and saw immediate and great results. But we found out that wasn’t really the diet for us; he was getting flu-like symptoms with his carb intake and I…well, I had negative repercussions as well. So at that point, we decided that a healthy lifestyle with exercise was the way to go and by March 17th, we were members of Fitness 19.

To make what could be a long story short, we were doing really well with the weight loss, the healthy lifestyle and all that; he lost over 50 pounds and I broke over 30. However, as most dieting fluxes happen, certain things occured and we fell off the wagon for a couple of weeks. He had injured his foot (he had glass in his foot for 6 days!) and I had managed to injure my elbow, so we skipped the gym, skipped the cooking, and didn’t even bother to skip the sweets.

So now with our weightloss teetering at 44 for him and 24 for me, we have started back on the right path. Last night we had our first (and seemingly last) meeting with a personal trainer. I thought it would be a good experience and for the most part it was. He had a lot of information that help set us in the right direction for our own personal goals. However, he worked us so hard that I could barely walk out of the gym that night. In doing free weight squats, I had to do 3 sets of 15; there was no added weight so I couldn’t really make it lighter. And today, I pay the price for pride. It takes all my energy, breath, and effort to sit down or stand up and at some points even walk!

When I finished work, I decided that I would take the rest of the day easy (I didn’t go back to the gym) and I would go to the library and revel in my re-found love of books. But the library brings out my blogging side and I had to share just how much pain I really am in with the world (i.e. misery loves company)!

As an ending thought, I bought a batch of bananas that may quite possibly be the longest fruit I have ever seen; imagine a 11-13 inch banana. And yes, that one was also sexual or so they look! But with this fruit, comes the idea and knowledge that this is a healthy choice and for the first time ever (I am 24 – and yes, I’m serious) I tried raspberries and a nectarine. To these fruits I say blegh. I, at this point, will stick to my apple and bananas. But I’m not perfect, I don’t like a lot of healthy foods that is all part of being…


Born This Way

I’ve had a lot of people tell me in the last week that they can really see a difference in the way that I look. I’ve been fixing my hair more and wearing more makeup and in general just feeling prettier. I’ve begun to see myself in a different light and I’m liking what I’m seeing more and more each day. It’s hard to wake up in the morning, look in the mirror and not recognize the person that is standing before you. Before I began my weight loss journey, I didn’t like to look at that person because she seemed like a stranger to me. I finally think the real me is emerging.

This week’s episode of Glee really hit home to me. “Born This Way” was all about accepting yourself for who you are. **Semi-Spoiler alert** Emma Pillsbury comes to terms with her OCD, Dave Karofsky apologizes to Kurt and the Glee Club for bullying, and it’s revealed that Quinn wasn’t always so perfect. Because of this, I started thinking a lot about if I stopped losing weight right now, could I truly accept myself. To be perfectly honest, I don’t think that I could.

First of all, I’m not comfortable enough with myself to share my weight with the world. Is it because I’m ashamed? Well, frankly, yeah. I’m ashamed of what I let myself become. I never was a very active child or teen, but in recent years I lived such a sedentary lifestyle and was ordering out almost every night of the week. It was my actions (or lack thereof) that caused me to gain weight.  I got to thinking about what Santana said: “If you don’t like something about yourself, then change it.” That’s exactly what I’m doing, though it’s through non-surgical means. I wasn’t born fat. I became overweight, and then obese, over time. Unhealthy, fat Tasha is not the real Tasha. It’s taken me awhile to realize it, but I’m glad that I finally have.

I met my mom for Easter dinner at our favorite place in Morehead, KY which is half-way for us. She told me that she was proud of me what what I’d been able to accomplish thus far. And she said that while I should I have listened to her in the first place and done this a long time ago, she’s glad that I’ve taken it upon myself to turn my life around. She told me that she was very scared for me and I guess I never really admitted it, but I was scared too. I was so unhealthy and I was afraid of dying young. Now, while I might not be the healthiest I can be yet, I’m much better than I was before and a lot of my risks have decreased.

I’ve been bad this week, though. I didn’t go to the gym at all and maxed out my points every day. I’m going to do a lot better next week, but for now I take comfort in the fact that I am being the change I wish to see. I will see my true self emerge some day.


A few weeks ago I wrote about my goals of being able to wear certain pieces of clothing from my wardrobe. It’s been several years since I was able to wear a few pairs of jeans and khakis as well as most of my fitted dress shirts and some sweaters. On Sunday afternoon, I decided to check out a sale at Avenue. Sadly, their supply of jeans was limited, but I was able to find a new pair of jeans! They’re also skinny jeans, a style that I’ve never worn before. I’m very pleased with the purchase and I hope they get some more jeans in soon.

My friend Kendra invited me to a Girl’s Night Out at Lane Bryant last night. Everything in the store was 30% so I bought a new pair of jeans there too! Denim can be incredibly hard to shop for. I find that it’s easier to buy a pair of jeans if they’ve got the spandex in them, but I was happy to report that the Lane Bryant jeans are purely denim and still fit! I’m so excited that I am able to shop at regular plus size stores. For awhile, I was afraid that I wouldn’t even be able to find things at stores that go beyond regular plus sizes.

I went to the gym Sunday night, but haven’t been any more this week. I’ve been doing laundry and cleaning my apartment like a mad woman in preparation for my mom and grandma’s visit on May 3 and 4. My ultimate goal is to create a schedule where I can block out time for all of my daily tasks whether it be working out, cleaning, or whatever. I’ve stuck to my no-soda rule, but made the mistake of not ordering unsweetened tea at Buffalo Wild Wings the other night. I definitely learned my lesson there. I’m not sure how my weigh-in will turn out on Saturday, but I’m still riding my high from last week.

While I’m satisfied with my progress thus far, I know that I still have a long way to go. Even with 49 pounds lost, I still want to lose at least 150 more. I’m just 2 pounds shy of my 15% goal on Weight Watchers, so hopefully I’ll be able to get that this week. I’m also just 3 weeks away from my 16 week Stay and Succeed award. It gives me a sincere sense of accomplishment that I’ve stuck with things this long. I know that this isn’t an easy road, but I am prepared to face it head on and I have a strong support system.