I’m going to start this post off telling my story, so you’ll understand why getting back in shape is so important for me. I will warn you this is word heavy, however I’m not writing this for you. No disrespect to my readers at all but, I’m writing this for me. This is my wakeup call to myself. This isn’t about a fad diet, this isn’t about a regimen to stick to, and this isn’t about issuing a challenge to any of my readers. If I motivate you great, if I don’t something else will in time. This is purposely for me, to hold myself accountable for my weight and my health. I plan to post weekly updates of my weight and measurements, along with some of my favorite healthy recipes. It’s time for me to take my life back!
-Three years ago while trying on dresses in Bebe for our upcoming Homecoming I looked down at my legs and saw ripples and dimples running throughout them. I stared at myself in the mirror and thought “how the hell am I going to pull on this dress with my legs looking like this?”. Now for where I was I’m sure I would have looked totally appropriate but the inner diva inside of me just wouldn’t allow that to happen. I ended up not buying the dress and also ended up not doing anything about my ripply thighs
I finally got serious about my body when my mom and I were playing on her Wii Fit and I stood on it and it told me that I weighed 158lbs. Now, to some of you, you might say “that’s it,.. You don’t need to lose any weight!” For me seeing that number was the wakeup call I needed. Since I didn’t own a scale at home I was never aware of how much I actually weighed. I just knew my pants were fitting tighter, my stomach was protruding and my legs looked disgusting, but it never really hit me. Obesity, hypertension and diabetes run rampant throughout my family. We are a family that likes to eat and it definitely showed. That Christmas I asked my mom for workout attire, new gym shoes and a Wii Fit. I needed to break the cycle.
As soon as I got back to school I joined one of our local gyms. It turned out to be the best decision I ever made. I started going to the gym 4 times a week. I become conscious about what I was putting into my body and incorporated a salad into my dining at least once a day. I threw away my deep fryer and got rid of all the fatty foods in my house. My friends thought I was crazy; they called my lipophobic (which is not a real word because I looked it up) and told me I was crazy because I didn’t need to lose any weight. This made me think, would you tell an obese person that they should lose weight as quickly as you’d tell an “not fat” person that they dont?….Without a second thought I kept going to the gym and kept working out. I found myself waking up extra early for 5am spin classes and taking part in all the other classes the gym had to offer while steadily building up my endurance on the treadmill. Slowly but surly the weight started to fall off. By the 2nd week of March I’d went from 158 to 145! I’d lost over 10lbs in 3 months! I treated myself and my new body to a spring break trip to Miami. I felt comfortable in a bathing suit for the first time in a long time. I was finally able wear some dresses that’d been stored in my closet for almost year with the price tag still on them b/c I couldn’t fit them.
After spring break I kept up my healthy habits, this time incorporating some workouts from P90x. I was finally able to get back into my Bebe jeans, although snug they went on without a fight. I could button them and still breath the mere thought of me wearing them again was more than enough. I was also having problems with my other jeans, this time they were all getting too big and my belt wasn’t much help. Imagine the thought of having to buy new clothes because your old ones are too big!
Now I reached 145lbs by myself. Through the rest of March and April I kept working out and kept eating right but I found that I wasn’t able to lose any more weight. I’d hit the dreaded plateau! I couldn’t understand what I was doing wrong, I was going to spin classes, going to bootcamp, running miles on the treadmill but I could not get past 145. Around this time my gym was holding a special on personal training sessions. I decided that I would take advantage and ended up purchasing 24 sessions with one of the hardest trainers in the gym. I knew she was hard b/c she also taught bootcamp and I never made it out of there without sweat dripping from every wear. This again turned out to be another amazing decision. After our first intial meeting she basically she changed my entire way of eating. She incorporated more protein and told me to switch up the type of lettuce I was using this woman completely changed my life. I told her my goal weight and she said she’d get me there. Training with her took me from being 145 in May to being 136 by August. I’d lost almost another 10lbs! I was looking good, feeling great and I couldn’t believe it. Even the people who called me lipophobic had joined the gym and were running on the treadmills right along side me. I’d changed my life!!
Fastforward to now at 160lbs, I have nobody to blame but myself. I’d left North Carolina and left my trainer, in a Phd program and was now married. I’d let life get the best of me and also get the best of my body. The first year of this Phd program literally whooped me. I started class at 9am and wasn’t home on some nights until 8pm. I moved in with my fiancé even though we moved in together to save up for the wedding I quickly realized that it was taking it’s tool on my eating habits. I was cooking food for him, hoping that he’d like it and not really thinking about how healthy it was for me. The school also didn’t help by providing us constantly with pizza and sandwiches. I’d eat snacks while studying and lets just face it I stopped caring about my body.
Now I look at myself and I’m disgusted, I’m always tired, I’m told I’m borderline diabetic, my knees ache and my legs have a whole new set of waves to go with the dimples. I finally told my husband that I was going to change. I couldn’t cook for him anymore, I had to cook for me. I went to the grocery store and bought all the foods that I was eating in 2009 when I lost the weight in the first place. I’ve brought back out my food scale and I’ve started weighing my food. I realized that in order to break the family cycle of obesity I had to get serious. I know this journey won’t be easy and I know it won’t be a quick change, but I’m dedicated to my health, I’m dedicated to making sure my family has a healthy lifestyle and lets just face it… I WANT TO GET BACK IN MY BEBE JEANS!