09/04/2014 by | 1 Comment
As a musician, I’m on the road two-thirds of the calendar year. I’m in a new city all the time, changing time zones, staying up late, eating late, sleeping late, and trying my best to maintain my physical and mental health. Ever since I can remember, my weight has gone up and down, subject to the whims of my will power and whatever fad diet was popular at the time. When I met and married my husband while playing with the band Sugarland, together we rode the roller coaster of touring like crazy, yo-yo dieting and holding on for dear life.
Then he did the unthinkable and became a vegan, trained for an IRONMAN, and lost over 70 pounds. Suddenly, I was no longer the better-looking better half in our marriage. Not cool, man. As I continued to fantasize about swimming in chocolate rivers, drowning my sorrows in pizza and Diet Cokes (“Hi, I’d like a large stuffed-crust pizza. Oh and a Diet Coke, of course.”) my husband swam in actual bodies of water, biked hundreds of miles, and ran marathons. Turns out Thad is the type of person with an never-ending fountain of self-discipline. But I needed extra help.
It was time for me to make a lifestyle change, not some crazy deprivation diet plan that was sure to fail. I needed knowledge and accountability, two things I’ve now got in spades thanks to my handy little Fitbit. At last I had a way to understand how many calories I was burning throughout the day, and I saw real results. Like, fitting-into-the-minidress-I-wore-to-my-Sweet-Sixteen results (Yes, I still have the dress. A super-classy hot pink rayon number from Contempo Casuals. How could I ever bear to part with it?). read more