Journey Started, Checking In via Blog

My journey started earlier this year and it has truly been a journey of ups and downs, even in the few months duration.

Every day is a choice
Every moment is a choice

My name's Becca. I live in North Carolina. I work in IT and I love it! When I'm not doing my real job, I volunteer in Theater. I keep myself busy so I always have "something to do".

I was ready to start a blog awhile ago and I wanted to call it "The Fat Twin" but then decided that was too negative and didn't start it. I want to think positively about this whole life changing thing. So here it goes. . .

I've always been the bigger twin, the taller, the fatter, whatever you want to call it. I've never really been ok with it - the fat part, not the tall part. Being taller is OK. I did cross country freshman fall of high school. I enjoyed the practice but hated the meets because I was horrendously slower than everyone else and it always bummed me out. In college I was too busy with theater to bother with going to the gym, the pool, the ice skating rink, etc.

Out of college several years ago, I joined a gym. I had fantastic spans of dedication when I went religiously to the gym and took the same series of classes week after week for months at a time. But time and time again I would start it and then eventually stop it. This has been going on for years.

My cousin's bat mitzvah
The prospect of career advancement
My twin sister's wedding
EVERY season of The Biggest Loser no matter what time of year it starts
January, early-mid spring, autumn

There have been a lot of opportunities for me to turn my life around and lose the weight.


April 21, 2009
I basically asked myself what the heck I was doing to myself.
Watching an episode of Biggest Loser later that evening Kirsten was doing that journal thing and said something to the effect of "I am worth it". Although the the show has not gotten me off the couch, Kirsten's comment helped me open up.

April 23, 2009
I registered for the "Run for our Heroes" 5K - no training or exercise preceding it - I just knew I needed something to do and that happened to be what I wanted to do that weekend.

April 25, 2009
The Run for Our Heroes 5K in Raleigh
I went out running like I was going to win. We weren't even around the first turn before I slowed to a walk and asked myself what I was doing out there, I wasn't ready to do it. But I kept going.

I walked the rest of the race. I had a Police Escort for a lot of the race. Eventually he asked if I would mind walking on the sidewalk so he could open the road back up. Of course I complied even though I really didn't want to. I've never felt more alone than when the roads opened back up. Then I saw a volunteer two intersections away who said that the guy shouldn't have left me and to keep powering on. I wish I had gotten her name.

The race route took me past the parking garage where my car was. I knew exactly how much distance was left because I had walked it that morning. I'm glad I didn't go to my car and give up. I wanted to finish. I turned the corner.

I walked until the last intersection and then ran as well as I could. Complete strangers began clapping for me and telling me to keep going - I was almost there. Some army group that had done the race was taking a picture in front of the finish line. I ducked around the side, and found the finish line and crossed it. 1hr, 18 min. I even made it in time to watch the awards ceremony. That was cool - they had all the different age groups - young kids to old men and women. Really neat. I didn't know to keep walking after I had finished so I was cramping up pretty bad, but at that point it didnt matter - I finished.

I'll post more of my racing adventures in another post later...
and I'll find pictures too