I've thought about this post for quite some time. I've thought about why I wanted to write it and what I wanted to write. Finally, with courage and no excuses- I'm sharing my health journey and my goals to hold myself accountable and hopefully to inspire.
In college, I was staying up way late and sleeping in until noon on the weekends. I wasn't exercising or caring that I was eating out for most of my dinners. Highly processed foods seemed economical to me so that's what I bought at the store. Growing up, my family didn't cook a large variety of fruits, vegetables, or proteins so I didn't know what other satisfying options were out there for meals. Within one year, I gained twenty pounds. Each year, even becoming more aware of my weight gain, I continued to gain. My first year of college, at 5' 10" I wore a size 4 and wore a size 8 my second year.
I was nearing college graduation at about 175 and knew something had to change. First, I joined Weight Watchers so I could learn how to eat and live a more healthy life. This was such an eye opener to see how I was eating way more than I needed and how my food choices weren't healthy. I would stay on program for a couple weeks and lose a couple of pounds and then get discouraged because I wasn't seeing the results I wanted and wasn't even getting to a 5 lb loss! I was going to the gym a couple time a week but never really got into it or had accurate measurements of how many calories I was burning.
I joined WW a couple different times between the age of 20 and 22. I only lost 5 pounds once. Yes, if I stuck to my points I saw small losses but I felt that I was starving myself to get there and depriving myself of the tasty food I loved and craved. I kept binge eating and the process would start all over. At this point, I was wearing a size 10/12.
In 2010, I married my wonderful husband and the weight kept adding on. We started eating more at home and spent less dinners eating out. I got into a Jilian Michael's workout DVD, but that lasted only one month. I started experimenting with recipes and learning how to incorporate different vegetables and proteins in our meals. I also started to experiment with different methods of cooking. I participated in two different ragnars and completed a half marathon. However, the weight kept adding on.
In May 2012, I found out I was expecting our little girl. Weighing about 180, I told myself not to go over the 200 lb mark. During the first trimester, I only ate "little kid" junk food such as macaroni and cheese, spagettios, and top ramen. Those were the only things that sounded good to me. By the end of my second trimester, I reached 200 lbs and people would look at me and ask if I was having twins. My feet were so swollen and I felt so heavy that I didn't have the energy to work out and didn't believe that working out would make me feel better.
My little girl was born on Christmas Eve. Even after warnings from the midwives, I was drinking half a gallon of eggnog per week all throughout December. I was craving liquids and sadly, that was beverage of my choice next to hot chocolate. I ended up at 240 lbs.
I didn't workout during my pregnancy so after I had my little girl I could figure out how to start working out again. My body was weak and I felt crummy. Looking at the pictures from my baby's blessing, I felt so embarrassed. There was a very special 4 generation picture that we took with my grandma, mother, and daughter... but I didn't want to get a nice print of it because of how I looked. During the summer, I would try and go on walks with the stroller or go on runs. My goal was to be able to run a mile without stopping. I never reached it.
Hovering at around 215 lbs throughout the rest of the year, I kept wondering how could I motivate myself enough to make the drastic changes that needed to be made. Obviously I wasn't at a healthy weight. I was wearing size 18 clothes, maternity pants, and a tired/old looking face. I started asking myself questions about the new year. What would keep me going? What food would I need to be eating? What kind of effort would be required? Would I be binge like I did before? Would I give up? If I ever reached my goals, would that mean giving up oreos and pizza forever? How quick would I see progress? What if I didn't see progress or I plateaued? How would I make time for the changes that needed to be made?
New Year's day came. I decided to buy some new jeans. Skinny jeans! I thought I looked funny, but I forced myself to stop wearing my maternity jeans.
Next, inspired by a post from my good friend Jessie Larson I sat down the chocolates at the grocery store and went straight to the DVD section and bought The Biggest Loser Cardio Blast DVD. Worked out to with Bob Harper and Dolvette Quince for the next several days.
Then, Jessie Larson invited me to join a Beach Body Challenge that she was going to coach. She sent me information via Facebook about it and while my motivation was high I decided to jump on it! It would be a 90 day challenge where I would follow a Beach Body fitness program of my choice (Turbo Fire), drink Shakeology daily, and give &receive support on our Facebook Challenge Group. It officially started on January 20th. Up until then I worked every day with The Biggest Loser Cardio Blast.
Once the challenge started, I was little scared if I'd be able to keep up, but I was ready! I learned the moves of the fitness program and got better each day. I've been tracking my calories and progress using myfitnesspal.com. I had my husband take a whole bunch of before shots so I can see the visual evidence of improvement. From all the hard work from the exercise plan, I only wanted to fuel my body with good things. I actually WANTED to eat more vegetables, less calories, more lean proteins, fruits, and less refined carbs. I WANTED to work out instead of watching my favorite show. I WANTED to push myself until my hair was wet with sweat. I started making challenges for myself and pushed myself to reach them. As of last week, I weigh 198.5 lbs which is a 7% loss and am looking forward to reaching a 20 lb weight loss soon. On average I've lost 1-2 lbs a week.
What's changed? I'm about to start week 6 of the program and plan on getting as close as I can to 170 in the weeks that are left. I even brought my magic bullet with me on a 3 day trip that I took so I could have Shakeology. I have more energy, more stamina, and a love for working out! With TurboFire, I've been able to work out for anywhere from 10 minutes up 50 minutes here at home. I've been able to stay motivated and push through 2 different plateaus. Healthy, delicious meals are on my dinner table every night. I am constantly on the hunt for new recipes! I keep telling myself that I'm worth the change. I work out 6 nights a week and am fueling my body with healthy food. NO MORE EXCUSES! NO GOING BACK!
What's next? When my 90 days are finished, I want to complete another 90 day challenge with either T25 or P90X3. This spring, I would like to be a Beach Body Coach to help others and to stay motivated!
Lessons learned so far:
1. Always stick to your workout plan even if you don't feel up to it. You will never regret it afterwards. Just push through.
2. Workout and stay active throughout pregnancy.
3. A lot of foods just aren't worth throwing away hard work. (Wendy's and Taco Time are not worth it!)
4. If you're going to eat a lot of calories make it worth it and be sure you won't regret it. (The Wild Rose, Red Iguana)
5. Drink lots of water and always early to bed- early to rise.
6. Stick to a schedule! Especially one that continues to progress and challenge you.
This is the only time in my life where I have stuck to my goals in regards to health and fitness. I feel wonderful and have loved the results so far!!!
