This is when you have two camps in the blogging world- the 'I never stopped; I logged through the holidays, did a Turkey Trot, looked cute in my fine-gauge knit Christmas sweater' camp and the 'Holy shit where did the time go I have to get serious this year or I'll have a heart attack by 40' camp.
Well, congrats, Turkey Trotters. Guess which one I'm in? I am the co-chair (along with my wonderful husband) of the Redondo Beach Holy Shit Camp - it's beyond the planning and whining stages; he and I are Very Serious and I'm quite frankly psyched to get back to the boring, sugar-free life of low carb/high fat and start feeling good again when I look in the mirror.
Quick 2014 overview: First of all, I keep thinking 'last year' was 2013. Nope. So 2014 I got into the high fat/low carb keto way of eating and I very much appreciate the science, the success stories, and the reddit keto community. I was in it pretty deep until April/May-ish- I was down just over 30 lbs, I was experiencing all the goodness that comes from dumping sugar, flour, grain, etc- thinner face, dropped a jeans size, more energy, very little hunger, etc. Going back to carbs was bad -the second half of the year turned into a shameful crap-food party. Life was also a bit hectic- my brother came from Mass to live with us at the end of May and while I would have bouts of successful low-carbin' over the last six months, the added variable of having someone else around (beside my husband who will succumb to drinking on a Tuesday because we saw a preview for next season's Mad Men and, of course, me who will find any excuse to tear into wine and ice cream) who is social and likes to eat/drink/be merry was just the excuse I needed to ignore my health through the summer. In the early part of the fall, work got insane and my then-boss was fired and in November I was promoted in a big way. That was my fall excuse. Once the 'holidays' were upon us I used those to justify 'not getting hardcore' until, well, The New Year.
So here I am. Kevin moved into his own place, I'm finding my way at work, and I'd like to have a human-sized waist by the time I'm 40 (May 2016). This is what our guest room currently looks like:
Instead of a bed or futon, we're going to make it a workout room for 2015. Potential house guests can have the living room couch. In the foreground is a very nice new scale that holds up to 441 lbs (such a random number btw) which I'll be stepping onto every Friday morning. It's very 'Extreme Makeover' of us, I think. Soon we'll be adding a piece of cardio equipment, and I may cross-stitch a 'Welcome to Holy Shit Camp' sign for the door; we'll see.
Oh yeah so if you've gotten this far, you get to be part of the exclusive club who knows exactly how much I weigh- for the past two years I've danced around it but I think full disclosure will also help with responsibility. I just can't be 'embarrassed' anymore. It's mortifying, yes, but I'm literally carrying it around with me for all to see. I weigh 359 lbs and stand 5'9". I weigh as much as two stocky 5' 7" dudes. I'm lucky enough not to have broken many pieces of furniture, but I probably should have broken more by now. I wear a snug size 24 jeans and a 26/28 top. Last year I started off at 365 so I am technically down from my highest but this is not acceptable and not sustainable- literally not sustainable. My goal is to lose 175 and get down to 190, then see how I feel. Here is what I look like these days:

Our 5th wedding anniversary is March 5, I turn 39 at the end of May, and we fly home in July to visit family and see my first niece, Olivia. Sticking with the Extreme Makeover theme, I give myself the following three VERY AGGRESSIVE goals.:
By March 5 2015: Down 40 lbs
By May 28 2015: Down 75 lbs
By July 16th: Down 90 lbs
Can't wait to see what you example setters have planned for 2015, and I can't wait to cheer on anyone who is just getting back to it. Happy New Year!