Well hi there, my fellow beastlings! My name is Katie and I love me some food.
I love everything about food.
I delight in the fact that eating breakfast (and drinking my coffee) is built in to my morning routine. It allows me to wake up a tad while putting off getting ready just that much longer.
I take great pleasure in fantasizing…er, watching the Food Network.
The whole experience of dining out, from the wine to the conversation to, of course, the F-double-O-D, brings me complete joy.
And those bread baskets…Gaaah!
Have you ever chosen a restaurant specifically because they served a bread basket?
I’ve been blessed with a sweet tooth that could kill a small animal.
And I’ve been known to out eat grown men.
Like a boss. Of course.
Not that long ago, I loved rewarding myself with food, comforting myself with food, combating my boredom with food, you name it. And that, my friends, brings me to the struggles I had (and continue to have at times) with food.
I’ve had issues with the stuff for years and years. However, about 3 years ago I began discovering my own ways to keep the urge to clean out the refrigerator at bay.
This is why I started Hungry Beastling. I wanted to share what I’ve found, and continue to come across, throughout my journey so other people can benefit from it as well.
Now, instead of sharing my life story, mentioning every last detail (including the time in 4th grade when I broke 3 of my fingers after someone slammed them in the car door), and luring you into Snoresville, I figured a nifty q & a session with myself would be a easy breezy way to get to know me a little better;-)
What’s your profession, Katie? Well Katie, I’m a few different things. I dance professionally, mostly modern and ballet. I’m also a choreographer and instructor (pilates, barre as well as dance).
Where do you call home? San Diego
Where are you from originally? Kansas City! Woot woot!
Who’s your favorite husband? My one and only Zim:-)
What’s your favorite meal? A big ole cheeseburger and french fries. And wash that heaven on a plate down with a Cherry Coke.
What was your first car? 1984 Oldsmobile Cutlass Sierra. In beige. I can sense your jealousy from here.
Any hidden talents? I can belt it out like Celine Dion. Only in my car. When nobody else is around.
What is one thing most people don’t know about you? I don’t like Sundays.
What’s another thing most people don’t know about you? I can get out of speeding tickets like a champ.
What’s one thing you love about being an adult? Owning a light blue MINI Cooper convertible instead of 1984 Oldsmobile Cutlass Sierra. In beige.
How about one thing you miss about being a kid? Endless amounts of energy.
What is a personality trait you dislike most in other people? Unreliableness. Um, and self-centeredness. Oh wait, but there’s also entitlement. Oooh, oooh, people who lack spacial awareness.
Aw crap, I forgot about arrogance.
Do you have a biggest pet peeve? My exceptionally small bladder. I pee constantly. We continually have to stop on road trips. My main goal when traveling by plane is to snag an aisle seat. When drinking even semi-large amounts of liquid in a relatively short period of time, I have to pee like a banchee 45 minutes later. My bladder is nothing less than consistant.
List three things you’re exceptionally good at.
1) Driving. Although my husband claims it’s a tad on the aggressive side, I’ve had several people praise my savviness behind the wheel! My passengers don’t fear for their lives when I drive, no sirree! Nor do they feel I’m an overly-defensive worry wort. But much like the Baby Bear’s porridge, my driving “is just right.”
2) Crying at the drop of a hat. Dear Subaru, please STOP with those frickin’ tear-jerking commercials already! Anther cry baby example is when I see a funeral processional. With the long line of cars flashing their hazard lights, I can’t hold back my tears. Mind you, I have no idea who the dearly departed is, my heart just hurts for the loved ones.
3) Not returning people’s phone calls. Or texts. Ok, and Facebook messages. But it’s truly nothing personal. I seriously just have the attention span of a gold fish.
List three things you’re exceptionally bad at.
1) Accepting compliments. Mostly when it has to do with my physical appearance. I also have a pretty hard time receiving compliments on my dancing. I guess deep down if I accept their compliment, I am somehow being conceited.
2) Saying no. I just suck at it. Period.
3) Confrontation. I am the worst at confrontation, mainly because my mind goes blank. I cannot, for the life of me, think of a single witty thing to say, or find the words to explain why I support my opinion on x, y, or z . Then, 5 minutes after the fact, like clockwork, all the information that peaced out during my heated discussion comes rushing back into my brain. So. Frustrating.
What Are Some of the Activities You Enjoy Doing the Most?
One of my absolute favorite things to do is to laugh. Hard. Laugh so hard my eyes well up with tears, I go into silent mode, and perhaps even pee a little?.
In no particular order, I also love yoga and stretching, working out, dancing, road trips, making to-do lists, crossing things off my to-do lists, hanging out with my extraordinary husband (I kinda lucked out in the whole life partner department thing), trying out new fitness trends–at least the fun ones anyway, and looking at the sale section on Anthropologie’s website.
Oooh, and I can’t forget about our wonderful shepherd mix, Malka! I love hugging on my dog, the neighbor’s dog, the dog of a stranger where I literally pulled my car over so I could get out and interrupt their walk by saying hi (sad, but true). Basically, I’ll snuggle up to any dog that doesn’t want to eat me for lunch.
The last thing I’ll mention is driving around town late at night with the convertible top down, while listening to a playlist that would make any normal person fall into a deep depression. I, however, find the type of music to rip your heart into a million pieces quite healing!
Ok, so I just lied to you. I have to share one more. Sorry about that. But I couldn’t leave out this very important activity…Eating! I love to eat delicious, quality food.
That’s it. I swear, I’m done.
Where the whole weight struggle came from…
Clearly, food is something I am passionate about, so you’d think I would have chosen a profession in which I could capitalize on that, but no, I went in the exact opposite direction. I am a professional dancer and have often referred to my enthusiasm for food as my occupational hazard, since you’re supposed to be this long, lean, dancing machine (I’m 5’2” and kinda burly, pretty far from svelte).
I have battled with my weight for most of my adult life. In high school, I danced with natural twigs so I constantly tried to, unsuccessfully, get down to their size. In college, I was a dance major and, after one summer of boy drama, I returned as a sophomore a few pounds thinner.
One of my ballet professors, and the artistic director of the resident repertory dance company at the university, took notice and invited me to come dance for the group. That’s when she asked me to lose another 10 pounds. Essentially, she told me I would be dancing with really skinny company members, and she wanted me blend in.
When she pulled me aside that day in the hall, she might as well have crotch punched me.
Fast forward to my senior year in college. Wanting to be in a ballet company more than anything once I graduated, I knew I had to be rail thin. I was down a few more pounds from my sophomore year by practically starving myself, eating no more than 1,200 calories a day and no later than 5:30pm. I was hungry most of the time and highly cranky, or what they call “hangry,” because of it.
Dancing all day and teaching dance late into the evening, all I wanted was a frickin’ cheeseburger, nevertheless, I continued restricting my calories and taking dance classes out the yin-yang.
After an audition for a ballet piece I really wanted to be a part of, I had been beaten out for a role by a dancer who was not necessarily more talented. I asked one of my other ballet professors what I could’ve done differently. She said I needed to drop another 5 pounds.
Well, ain’t that a bee in the britches? I felt I was doing all I could, short of taking drugs, and still wasn’t small enough.
So the end of the year came, and I graduated accepting the fact the ballet route was not for me.
A couple years down the road, I auditioned for a modern dance company and the artistic director told me, and I quote, “How do you expect my boys to be able to pick you up,” implying I was too heavy for partner work. I still remember the pants that I had on. They were a size 2.
For the next few years I bounced around the country, dancing with different modern companies, till settling down in Denver to dance with a company for the next 4 years. During that time I constantly stressed about my weight. My day consisted of hitting the gym, going to a six hour rehearsal and, on most evenings, teaching dance for about three to four hours, yet never losing an ounce.
I would skimp on sleep so I could make it to the gym in the morning, however, that would come back to shoot me in the foot later on in the day. Being butt crack tired from running on 4 to 5 hours of sleep, I’d practically knock a person down to get to a whiff of a doughnut.
My body craved junk (it gives you a quick rush of energy, but then you crash shortly thereafter, and it leaves you wanting more… that’s right…junk!), which completely derailed my efforts of waking up early and going to the gym in the first place! Even when I did ride out my cravings and eat well throughout the week, come Friday, I took that as a free for all and ate like there was no tomorrow.
Living in a vicious cycle, it wouldn’t be until I started retraining my brain, that I was able to begin seeing results. I needed to break my old habits and start forming new ones or I’d end up going coo-coo.
You’re probably thinking to yourself right now, “That’s a lot easier said than done, ya wench,” and yes, while getting those new habits cemented into my head, some moments were tough. But I think the key here is NOT taking the “all or nothing” mentality.
As a perfectionist, before if I ate even one thing I felt shouldn’t have, I thought the entire day was shot to all pooey, and it would send me into a downward spiral.
That’s not to say I still don’t have those days sometimes. More often than not though, I realize one decadent calorie-laden food is not going to do any damage. BUT, if I let that one food cause me to go buck wild raiding the lazy Susan, I’m just that much closer to wearing that damage on my thighs!
Making a conscious effort not to berate myself every time I slipped up really helped me get back on the track.
Putting yourself down causes you to feel like crapola, and that, my beautiful beastlings, only increases your chances of eating your way through the pantry later on in the evening. Once I got the hang of going easy on myself, reinforcing my new habits became that much easier.
Until you’ve conditioned your brilliant brain and put those new habits firmly in place (I’m sure you’ve all heard that it takes 21 days to form a habit, but now studies are showing that it takes an average of 66 days for something to become routine. Oy Vey.), you’re going to need some tips, comfort and a bit of inspiration up your sleeve.
Being severely frustrated from reading piles of health and fitness magazines, and hardly ever finding any advice I hadn’t already seen or heard before, I am truly hoping that at least one snippet of input throughout the blog hits home for you.
So read, let ‘er rip and rest assured, with a little time and patience, you CAN tame that inner hungry beastling of yours.
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