Fat Tuesday

It’s Fat Tuesday, and the name could not possibly be more apt.

My work pants are so tight I’m in danger of busting out of them and I feel like crap. I think I’ve given myself too many free passes to eat badly because I’ll be committing to CrossFit and a clean eating program in just a couple of weeks. But why?

Do I want to start off at an even heavier weight, with even more to lose? Are a few slices of pizza worth that?


This Fat Tuesday is the end of my fat days. As Dave Ramsey says, “If you want to be rich, do rich people stuff. If you want to be broke, do broke people stuff.” And if you want to be healthy, do healthy people stuff.

So what is healthy people stuff? Well, here’s what it’s not. It’s not pressing your snooze button six times so you run out of time to make a healthy breakfast and lunch. It’s not getting home from work, immediately putting on PJs and parking yourself on the couch. It’s not ordering pizza because the idea of tilpaia and asparagus for dinner is just so….blah.

So long, Fat Tuesday–and so long, Fat Kristen. We are doing healthy people stuff from here on out.


About Kristen K

My life has always been pretty darn fantastic--except for one thing: my weight. Not too long ago, I tipped the scale at 283 pounds. I'd gain some, lose some and gain some right back, and I was so frustrated. When I saw a notice for a Biggest Loser-style contest in my local paper, I applied on the spot and I felt like I won the lottery when I found out I was one of the five contestants chosen. We worked out four times a week with trainers and followed a clean eating diet, and my life completely transformed. I've lost more than 60 pounds and I'm feeling confidence for the first time in my life. I'm 29 years old with a great husband, a rewarding job, two adorable dogs and fantastic friends. Weight loss continues to be a struggle now that the contest has ended, but this time I know that I can do it and I'm fully committed. This blog has seved as an accountability tool as I journey from a happy, but fat, person to a happy and confident person. And for the first time in my life, I'm no longer putting it off until tomorrow. This time, I'm starting this minute.
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3 Responses to Fat Tuesday

  1. Rachel says:

    Amen! I need to have this motto too! So long Fat Rachel. If only I had really gotten my butt in gear when we started this last September!? Why didn’t we??? We could potentially be 50 pounds lighter! UGH!

  2. Nota says:

    Gotta stop that future thinking. It’s undoing you. You wrote down what you were given to do at the Crossfit orientation – so you don’t need to wait until that class to start. Make time to do a few repeats of that orientation session between now and March 6th. Set a schedule and keep it. Pack your lunch & set your breakfast up before bed – you do not need to watch another rerun or episode of anything as badly as you need to take care of your body. Tivo that crap and use it as a post-workout reward.

    You mentioned free passes. They don’t exist. Fat isn’t free – it costs you shame and embarrassment and unhappiness. But health isn’t free either – it costs you time and commitment and pushing through the suck of ‘I don’t wanna cook dinner’ or ‘I don’t feel like working out today’. It’s not a question of whether you’re giving yourself a “free pass”, it’s what price do you want to pay? There is a cost of admission to either theme park – where do you want to go? The one with the seat-belt extender or the one where you feel comfortable in a swimsuit on the zoomfloom?

  3. Well said, Nota. – @Kristen: What she said.

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