About the Blogger


My name is Rachael, and I’m a 23-year-old newly-minted college graduate.

I live in Colorado—aka the thinnest state in the nation—and I was born and raised here, the place where people hike 14ers for “fun” after a 40-hour workweek and talk North Face, Nalgenes, and The Incline while drinking green smoothies after hot yoga.


I’ve never really fit in here.

You see, I’ve been overweight for the entirety of my life—really. I’ve never, ever been thin, and I can’t even imagine what that might be like. I’ve dreamt about it, though, ever since I was a little girl and a boy in my second grade class started calling me Tractor and Bulldozer instead of Rachael. It wasn’t long before almost every other boy “forgot” my name, too, and suddenly being thin became my private answer to the beloved question, “What do you want to be when you grow up?”

At 23, I’m technically a grownup, but I’ve yet to achieve that much-desired thinness.

On the contrary, I’ve actually managed to eat myself into an even more horrible, desperate situation, 10 cheeseburgers, 12 tacos, and a dozen donuts at a time.

I hit my highest (known) weight of 319 pounds when I was just 19-years-old. This isn’t all that surprising, though, seeing as, by that time, my eating was absolutely out of control.

When I was a young teenager—before I could drive—I used to order pizzas and pasta and breadsticks and chicken wings and two-liter bottles of soda from Dominos or Pizza Hut or Papa John’s when my parents were at work and I was left home alone. I’d order enough food for a family of four, and then I’d stuff my face until I was sick. My parents didn’t know what I was doing, so, logically, of course, I couldn’t put away any leftovers. Everything had to be eaten.

By the time I obtained my driver’s license at age 16, I’d mastered the art of secret eating. The added freedom that driving allotted me enabled me to hit the drive-thru any chance I got so that I could binge on Taco Bell 12-packs, 10 dollars worth of cheeseburgers off the McDonald’s Dollar Menu, multiple Whoppers and fries at Burger King, and, of course, lots and lots and lots of soda.

I’d eat and eat and eat, and then I’d go home and eat some more.

My appetite knew no limit, and for a really long time, food was the most important thing in my life. The first thing I thought of when I woke up in the morning was food, and it was the last thing I thought about before I went to bed at night, too.

It was a sad, sad existence, and I cheated myself out of a decent childhood and a normal adolescence because I just refused to stop overeating.

I didn’t get asked on dates. I didn’t go to my high school prom. I didn’t do anything.

And, even worse, when I went to college, I just let that pattern of nothingness continue. I didn’t go to parties or bars or clubs. In fact, after just one year, I switched to an online program because it was too hard for me to walk across campus without getting sweaty and red-faced and horribly winded. And probably worst of all… I didn’t really fit in the desks at school either.

I decided to change my life on September 10, 2014. There was nothing special about that day—nothing had happened on that day that hadn’t happened a thousand times before. But, for some reason, I decided that I’d had enough. I was finally tired of being fat.

Two days later, I walked into a Weight Watchers meeting, and the rest is history.

I’ve made a commitment and a promise to myself—one that I intend to actually make good on. I am promising to do everything within my power to become a better, healthier, and happier person, and I’m vowing to never waste another second of my life. There’s too much I want and need to do and see. The world has too much to offer, and more than 150 pounds of excess fat isn’t going to serve as an excuse to not go out and see it anymore! Carpe diem.

This is my journey—one day at a time.

Walk with me down this path. Please.

Let’s try a little harder to be a little better. Together.


16 thoughts on “About the Blogger

    • Hi, Amanda! I am so sorry that I never responded to this post! Thanks so much for your encouragement here — it means more to me than you know! One day at a time is definitely my motto, and it’s worked well for me so far ❤


  1. Thank you for the follow on my blog. I am impressed with your candor in this post. I plan to catch up reading about your journey to date, and joining you on the path as you go forward.

    You are going to be successful with this, and the reward will be along, healthy, happy life ahead!

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    • Hi, Bobby, and thanks so much for coming and checking out my blog! We follow so many of the same people on here that it was hard not to stumble upon your blog! 😉 I checked it out and it’s so inspiring, and that’s why I followed you! I think you are doing such a great job! Congratulations on your 100+ lb. weight loss! I can’t wait until I can say I’ve lost that much, too! I’m excited to get to know you better through your blog. Thanks for deciding to join me on my journey! Your support is so appreciated! ❤


  2. I can’t believe it took me this long to read this. Did you recently update it? Your writing is so powerful; it’s truly a gift! And your bravery in sharing all aspects of your journey is inspiring! I’m so happy to have found you!

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    • THANK YOU! I appreciate that sentiment. Since I’ve spent all of my adult life thus far honing my craft, that’s a huge compliment!

      I did update this shortly before you posted. I felt like it needed an update now that I’m further along in my journey. 🙂

      I’m so glad we found each other, too! I’m glad to have found such a good friend in you! ❤

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    • Thanks so much! I’m glad that you found me, too! I’m headed over to your blog to check it out right now!

      Ps— if your name is a reference to Hanson, then we might have to become the best of friends ASAP! 😉


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