Slow, Steady, and Still Moving Forward: My Weight Loss Journey
I’ve never been the overnight success type.
If weight loss were a children’s book, I wouldn’t be the flashy hare sprinting past everyone else. I’m much more a mash‑up of The Little Engine That Could and the tortoise — quietly puffing along, whispering “I think I can” on repeat, and refusing to quit even when the pace feels painfully slow.
And honestly? I’m okay with that.
Where This Journey Really Started
This journey didn’t begin with a goal weight, a dress size, or a timeline scribbled on a calendar.
It started with something far more basic:
- I wanted the energy to handle everyday life without feeling depleted by noon.
- I wanted to sleep better at night — real rest, not the kind where you wake up just as tired as when you laid down.
That was it.
No dramatic before-and-after photos. No lofty promises. Just a quiet desire to feel like myself again.
The 14-Day Reset: My Jumpstart
Enter the 14 day reset.
I didn’t expect miracles. I wasn’t chasing fast results. I simply needed momentum — something to help me push the train out of the station.
And that’s exactly what it did.
The reset gave me:
- Structure without overwhelm
- Clear starting lines instead of vague intentions
- Enough early wins to remind me that progress was possible
It didn’t change everything overnight, but it kickstarted my belief that slow and steady could still get me somewhere meaningful.
When Daily Hormone Essentials Took It Up a Notch
As my body adjusted and my consistency improved, Daily Hormone Essentials quietly stepped in and helped take things to another level.
Not in a loud, flashy way.
Not in a “blink and you’ll miss it” transformation.
Not in a “blink and you’ll miss it” transformation.
But in the way that actually matters:
- Better support for my body
- More sustainable progress
- A sense that things were finally working with me instead of against me
- Oh, and did I mention how it impacted my marriage? (Even typing that has me blushing, so you'll need to message me for those deets - my southern lady roots won't let me post them here.)
The Wins That Matter Most
Here’s where I pause — because these are the moments that feel almost sacred to me.
- 💍 I can wear my wedding band again — for the first time in years
- 👖 Down two pant sizes
- 📏 30+ inches lost overall
None of these happened quickly.
All of them happened honestly.
All of them happened honestly.
Each one is a reminder that the tortoise was right all along.
What’s Next: Balance and Burn
I’ll be adding in Balance and Burn next — not because I think I have to, but because I want to.
I believe deeply in being able to give people an honest assessment based on my own experience — the good, the neutral, and the challenging parts too.
If I’m going to talk about something, I want it to be grounded in real life, real effort, and real results.
Still Moving Forward
Some days I feel unstoppable.
Some days I feel like I’m crawling uphill.
Some days I feel like I’m crawling uphill.
But every single day, I’m still moving.
I’m still that little engine.
I’m still that tortoise.
I’m still that tortoise.
And this time, I’m not racing anyone.
I’m just showing up — slow, steady, and confident that progress doesn’t have to be loud to be powerful.
If you’re on a similar path, I see you. And I promise: slow doesn’t mean stuck.
It just means you’re building something that lasts.
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There are certain things that quietly tether us to our past.
The sound of gravel under your shoes at dawn.
The creak of a back porch door.
The soft, hopeful flutter of wings waiting for breakfast or dinner.
For me, bluebirds have always been one of those tethers.
When I think about feeding bluebirds, I don’t just think about mealworms or feeders or placement in the yard. I think about my dad. I think about sitting outside with him after he came home from work, learning to look up instead of down.
He taught me birds the way some fathers teach baseball stats.
Songbirds first—because they were everywhere. We learned their calls before we learned their names. Then ducks and doves, patient and familiar. Water birds, various egrets and herons, the ones that required stillness and binoculars and waiting long enough for them to reveal themselves. He taught me which birds stayed, which ones left, and which ones surprised you by coming back when you thought they were gone for good.
And bluebirds?
Bluebirds were special.
In the beginning, they showed up quietly, like a reward for paying attention. Once they had us hooked, they knew to come to the window and demand worms if the cup was empty.
Feeding them felt less like “putting food out” and more like participating in a tradition. A small ritual. One that said: This place is safe. You are welcome here.
I didn’t realize at the time that I was learning more than bird identification. I was learning patience. Presence. How to notice details most people rush past. How to stand side by side with someone without needing to fill the silence.
Now, years later, when I fill a mealworm feeder and hang it in the yard, I feel that same stillness settle in my chest. The same quiet anticipation. The same sense that something meaningful is about to happen—even if it’s small.
Especially if it’s small.
I watch the bluebirds approach cautiously, then with confidence. I notice their patterns, their preferences, their habits. We have sets that return every year. And I hear my dad’s voice in my head, pointing things out before I even have to ask.
What makes it sweeter is that this is still something we share.
We still talk birds. Still compare sightings. Still get excited over the return of familiar wings each season. Feeding bluebirds has become a thread that stretches across decades—binding childhood mornings to present-day quiet, memory to meaning.
It reminds me that traditions don’t have to be loud or complicated to last.
Sometimes they look like a simple feeder.
Sometimes they sound like birdsong at sunrise.
Sometimes they feel like standing next to someone you love, both of you looking up, knowing exactly why it matters.
And every time the bluebirds come back, so do the memories. 💙
We started with a simple blue cup on a stand, which worked great at my parent's house. In my yard, however, the squirrels do not know the meaning of the word "share." I tried everything - red pepper flakes, greasing the pole, slinkies ... nothing worked. I saw this feeder that claimed it was squirrel-proof, and it actually is! I've used it for ten months now, and it's great. I put mealworms in the bottom basket (either dried or fresh, depending on the season), and raw peanuts in the top portion, for a variety of birds to enjoy (and an occasional chipmunk, too!)
Here's the feeder - I have the blue, but it comes in bronze as well.
And here are the dried mealworms that are a hit every time.
Happy birding and making memories!
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Here is a permission slip for advice I wish I had embraced much earlier in our homeschooling journey. It really is okay to pivot, even months into the school year. I'd love to hear your stories, as well as any questions you may have. Also, follow me on Instagram @ginnyhoo for more tips and insights.
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Come along as I embark on this podcast journey! In this episode, you'll learn some of the life experiences that have led me where I am today.
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”Leeky” Chicken
Serves: 4-5
Prep time: 15 minutes
Cook time: 40 minutes
Total time: 55 minutes
Prep time: 15 minutes
Cook time: 40 minutes
Total time: 55 minutes
The Story
This started out as one of those dinners where “I have an ingredient, what do I do with it?” Two of my kids quickly decided it was one of their top favorites, so I tweaked it a bit, and they decided to call it “Leeky Chicken.” My only hang up for cooking this dish was it can be a pain to clean leeks. Once I started soaking them in lemon oil, this recipe became easy breezy.
Ingredients
For the Chicken and Rice
- 4 bone-in, skin-on chicken thighs (or breasts, which is what my family prefers. I actually cut them in half, lengthwise, so they cook a bit faster)
- 3 tablespoons grass-fed butter
- 2 large leeks, white and light green parts only, thinly sliced
- 3 cloves garlic, minced
- 2 cups long-grain white rice (basmati or jasmine)
- 4 cups chicken stock
- Salt and pepper, to taste
- Capers
For the Salsa Verde (FULL DISCLOSURE: I buy the Herdez brand when I don’t feel like making from scratch, then serve extra capers on the side)
- 1 cup fresh parsley leaves, packed
- ½ cup fresh cilantro leaves
- 1 small clove garlic
- 1 tablespoon capers
- 1 teaspoon Dijon mustard
- ½ teaspoon salt
- ½ cup olive oil
- Juice of 1 lemon
Instructions
- Melt 2T butter in large skillet with high sides over medium-high heat. Add leeks, garlic, and 1-2 drops lemon oil, season with salt and pepper, and mix to coat. Reduce heat to medium-low, cover, and cook until leeks are tender, about 5 minutes. Remove lid, increase heat to medium-high, and cook, stirring occasionally, about 3 more minutes. Add rice, stirring often, and cook 3-5 more minutes. Then add stock and 2-3 drops lemon oil, scraping up any browned bits. Season chicken with salt and pepper, nestle down into rice mixture. Bring to a simmer. Cover, reduce heat to medium low, and cook until rice and chicken are done, about 20 minutes. Remove from heat, cut remaining butter (or more, if desired) into small pieces and scatter over dish. Recover and allow to sit for 10 minutes.
- Reminder that I often use store bought salsa verde! If you are making your own, combine all ingredients except olive oil in food processor and blend. With motor running, gradually add olive oil until it makes a thick sauce.
- Serve chicken and rice with salsa verde and an extra spoonful of capers.
GinnyHoo’s Tip
If you’ve never cooked with leeks before, don’t be intimidated. Slice them lengthwise and rinse well—those lovely layers like to hide a little dirt.I actually soak them in a bowl of water with a few drops of lemon oil for about 15-20 minutes, which helps the dirt come right off. And if you make extra salsa verde (you should), it’s magic on eggs, roasted veggies, or grilled bread.
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