Whoa, baby

Hello, friends — 1.5 years since my last post and thought I’d just drop this photo right here :)

Whoa, baby!

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The beginning and the end.

The beginning and the end.

Allow me to explain.

I’ve been blogging since 2007. For a good number of years, I was blogging 5 days a week. In those years, I met the love of my life. Lost 100lbs. Finished graduate school. Lost my mom & figured out how to process her death. Changed jobs. Lived through a tornado & subsequent $70,000 worth of damages/repairs to our house. Got married. Fought through repairing strained relationships. Gained some weight back. Life. I blogged through life.

And now, another life event has happened.

On Monday, May 19th, I started a new job. The next in my career. The beginning of an amazing opportunity; an exciting challenge; a beautiful new beginning. I am now the HR Manager of a company in St. Paul and am honored to have such an opportunity.

But, for me, it signals the end of what has been. It signals the end of blogging. There is no need for me to list the reasons other than to just say… now is the time. What blogging used to be for me is no longer. The signs were there. The slowing of the blog posts. The lack of engagement. The decrease in depending on blogging as an outlet. I’ve grown in ways I cannot explain and in areas that I’ve needed to grow in. Blogging has helped me in life more than I can ever explain. And now, now is the time to say goodbye. The beginning of the next chapter in my life and the end of my previous chapter.


I said goodbye last week to so amazing people at my old company. There were tears. And now, as I write this post, my eyes hold back alligator years. Not because I’m sad, but because I’m so grateful for what was. I am so thankful for this community who has surrounded me in days when I could not stand up on own. For those days and months after my mom died, when this community was part of the strength that kept me going. Tears for how lucky I am to have had this blog and this community.

PriorFatGirl will still be here and in fact will still be updated regularly. Liz, who is working diligently and amazingly on her healthiness journey will still be posting. Effective June 1st, 2024, Liz’s posts will be published on the main page of PriorFatGirl.com. My archive posts will show up as a tab under “other priorfatgirls” if you for some reason want to scan through them. I will still be tweeting so if you absolutely need to find me, I’ll be there but for the most part, it’s time for me to move on.

Yes, it’s the beginning and the end.

Thank you so much to all those who have supported me these past years – I am forever grateful, appreciative and honored.


Jen, a priorfatgirl

A day of solitude.

Happy Monday, friends!

Mother’s Day is always bittersweet for me, for obvious reasons. This year will mark five years since my mom died — five years worth of time spent without my mom. Five years worth of life that did not get to share with her. I woke up yesterday morning and hit the Minneapolis Farmers Market early, before the rush. Then, I came home and spent a few hours playing in the dirt.

I planted…

  • multiple varieties of tomatoes
  • red, purple & yellow sweet peppers
  • zucchini
  • cucumbers
  • broccoli



I got the grocery shopping done, roasted a chicken, boiled eggs and then, did NOTHING for the rest of the day. It was perfect.

This morning, I managed to get my butt outta bed for a pre-work workout. I was planning on going to the gym but realized I only had a couple miles worth of gas left before I ran out so decided I better just go for a run. I’m so horrible about filling my car up – I HATE getting gas.

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Running turned out to be just what I needed. My pace is still very slow compared to what I’ve been in recent years but who cares? Not me, surely! My mind was consumed with thinking about everything that has happened in the past five years; some amazing moments and some difficult moments. So many times, I’ve wanted to call my mom. So many times, I’ve craved her voice, her thoughts, her hug. Five years ago, I was graduating with my Masters in Organizational leadership from Bethel University. I was blogging five days a week and was going on 2.5 years of dating Carlos. I was working at Medtronic in a coordinator role supporting the sales team.

The five year anniversary of my mom passing is coming up and I can already tell the increased anxiety and sensitivity. I’ve got some big changes going on in the next couple weeks so I’m sure that adds onto the increased anxiety & tension.

So… five years. Wow.



Signs of my thirties.

I’m getting old.

I mean, I know that but every month or so, I notice something else out that has changed in the last 10 years, signalling the harsh reality of being in my 30’s.

Enter the Diet Coke.

Before I started my healthiness journey, I guzzled Diet Coke down in place of water. If I was thirsty, I’d grab a Diet Coke. Nothing went better with breakfast than a can of Diet Coke. Yum.

Then, I started drinking water.

In the past 8 years, water has become my staple all day, every day. I don’t even have to track my water intake anymore because I know if I go more than an hour without drinking water, I get thirsty. I can feel dehydration immediate effects. I’ve laid off the Diet Coke fairly well but every once in awhile, maybe once or twice a month, I still indulge.

I recently found out that a local coffee shop is dog friendly. Not in the coffee shop itself but there is a fun little sitting area right behind the coffee shop where Iggy and I nestled in last night, reading. We got there about 5:30pm last night and I knew it was too late in the day for me to have coffee — the caffeine would keep me up until well past bedtime. I’ve been trying to get into bed and asleep by 9pm so I can still get in 8 hours of sleet before hitting the gym at 5am. I was hungry and wasn’t feeling decaf coffee so decided on a chicken quesadilla and a diet coke.

Iggy loved hanging out next to me while I read and but started getting bored after about 90 minutes so we made our way back home. At about 8pm, I felt still fairly awake so to take a 1/2 an Advil PM to help make sure I fall asleep close to 9pm. I crawled into bed at 8:45pm and guess what?

By 10pm, I was STILL AWAKE!

As I lay there thinking about how it was possible I was still awake, it dawned on me.

THAT DIET COKE! It had caffeine. Was it possible the small-ish amount of caffeine in the Diet Coke was keeping me awake? I almost couldn’t believe it. Am I THAT OLD that any caffeine after 4pm will keep me awake?

At work Thursday morning, I shared this thought with my boss and coworker, both who are over 30 and they both just giggled at me. They both confirmed neither can have Diet Coke in the late afternoon/evening because of the caffeine, then welcomed me to my thirties.

This is gross, friends. I knew I couldn’t have fully-loaded coffee too late in the day but now a soda too? This is just plain gross.

And, in case you were wondering, I totally snoozed through my gym alarm this morning because I was up too late last night – my body insists on 8 hours of sleep.