It's no secret -- the last couple years have been really hard on me. I climbed to heights of weight I never thought I'd reach, simultaneously sinking into depression and anxiety over the fact that as I inch closer to my thirties, I find myself falling further and further behind where I thought I was going to be by now. The entire world seemed to be moving on without me, and I was frozen in place, watching it all happen while I aged without my own permission. I finally reached a point where that isn't working for me anymore. I began my journey again on July 10, 2013, and with that, I lit up a small hope. My goal, as it is (and as cheesy as it might sound) is to light up more and more with each passing day, until I'm surrounded by a million tiny lights that I've created -- enough to see my way again.

I want to be okay. One pound at a time, I will be okay.

Right now, I'm working on the following: -Drinking eight 8-oz. glasses of water per day. - Getting back to a place where I can exercise (and stand with my feet together.) - I'm giving up night grazing for good.

I'm a proud native Oregonian, a 20-something musicologist. I teach voice to college students, conduct, work for a local orchestra, perform, and a motley collection of other things on the side. I'm also a gamer chick and a semi-professional smart-ass.

My interests are wide, varied, and slightly random. I can't begin to write them all.

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