Recently on Facebook and Instagram I posted a few pictures in the name of celebrating #transformationtuesday of what I looked like a few years ago and what I currently look like after having recently lost 17 pounds and having spent a few months religiously in the gym doing more than simply cardio. Within minutes I started receiving private messages, about 8-10 total, from friends curious as to what I had done or what trick I had performed to lose weight. Truth is, I did it the good old fashioned way. I ate better, picked up heavier and moved more. I was then asked by a dear friend who has helped inspire me daily to get into shape to share my pre/post picture with a health inspired Facebook group that she is associated with. I laughed and said sure.
But then I decided to first blog before posting. Here is why: losing weight is hard, yet it is also something to be proud of, but sometimes we look at people who have done what we so wish we could do, and instead of inspiring us, we let it depress us even further. I have done this multiple times. Sometimes, we say "well, she wasn't that big to begin with" or "if I lived close to the gym I could do it too" or "but she is obsessed, and I have kids and a life." I have said these very phrases. So I wanted to give a back story to my small, insignificant, yet important to me transformation.
I have never been what many would classify as "big" or "fat" or "overweight." I have been what many would call "chubby" or "out of shape" or even "normal." As a kid, I thought of myself as always slightly chunkier than the other girls. I let this shape the way I thought about myself. Instead of being more active, as a preteen, I let it hold me back. I didn't make the effort to continue in cheerleading or to be physically active because, truthfully, I thought I wouldn't be that good at it so I didn't bother.
As a teenager, I had tons of friends, enjoyed school, but was not involved in extracurricular activities and certainly was not in shape. I still saw myself as the frumpier friend in a group of some really beautiful girls. The summer after graduation, I lost about 20 pounds and was thinner than I had ever been. I met my future husband and stayed at an extremely low weight for pretty much the duration of college years. Though I certainly felt happier in those years knowing I was thinner, I was still not what most would consider to be "in-shape." I was simply thin. I was certainly not healthy. I maintained my thinness mostly through diet pills. And in my book at the time, that was all that I wanted: to be thin.
Later I married the man I met at my thinnest weight, eventually had kids with him, two to be exact, and gradually started gaining weight. I gained 30 pounds with my first son. I should note that I am short, 5'2", and my legs and torso are the size of a large toddler's in length. 30 pounds was a significant weight gain on my small frame. I then nursed my oldest and struggled to learn how to lose weight while nursing and while not being able to take diet pills (which by the way no longer worked in 2008 because ephedra was no longer in them, which I am now thankful for). I joined Weight Watchers and by the summer of 2009, when my son was one, I had managed to get down to about 120 pounds. I was so excited, yet somehow, I still wasn't satisfied. I couldn't understand why, although I was smaller, I was still essentially the same shape. But, I figured at least smaller and squishy was better than larger and squishy so I was happy (mostly).
In 2011, I became pregnant again. When son number two was born, I was at my heaviest. I again gained 30 pounds, but I was also 10 pounds heavier when I got pregnant with him than I had been when I got pregnant the first time. With baby number two, I had a much harder time losing the weight. I nursed for a lot longer (try 26 months) and struggled to battle being hungry and making good decisions. Baby two came with the added complication of having to also take care of baby number one, who was three at the time, while also working and being a wife. Eating right was so difficult. Going to the gym? I told myself I just couldn't make the time. I lived too far away from the best gyms. I didn't want to pay the membership fees and then not use them. I needed to lose a few pounds before joining. I came up with multiple excuses.
Now, during my college years when I was at my thinnest, I did go regularly to a gym with some dedicated friends, even worked there for a short while. At the gym I would spend 45+ minutes half heartedly trudging through cardio and would then maybe make my way through some weights before being ready to leave. If I only had, say, 45 minutes to an hour to workout (because I believed I had to be in there hours for it to count) I could never get myself past thinking I was obligated to do the same cardio routine before getting to anything else. So on those days, I only did cardio (usually at the same level for the same amount of time). Sure, I did see some mild results because I was thin, but nothing spectacular. I ended my membership once I got pregnant with Ryder since I had stopped going altogether. I briefly joined again after Sawyer was born but really never went so nothing happened from that stint of membership. I quickly cancelled my membership again.
I spent two years after Sawyer was born trying to tell myself it was OK that I was again chubby. I had ballooned from a 4/6 to a 12 in pants. To some, that is laughable that I am complaining about wearing a 12, but if you have ever felt inadequate in your own clothing, uncomfortable looking at your own reflection, I think you could understand how I felt. I felt, for the lack of a better word, yuck. I gain mostly in my hips and that was where I was most disgusted by when looking at my reflection. I would moan, groan, whine and complain, yet I did nothing else to change my physical appearance. Every so often I would hopefully buy into some sort of weight loss system: pills, slim fast, Hydroxycut, ACE, Advocare, 17 Day diet, only to eventually find it too hard with not enough results.
The pressures of being a mom didn't help. I was always dipping into my kids' meals for bites, relying on poor choices at fast food restaurants for dinner, skipping dinner altogether and eating an unhealthy snack/dessert WAY TOO LATE at night once my kids finally went to bed, and overeating at one meal because it was too much trouble to make time for small portioned meals and snacks throughout the day (these are problems I still struggle with honestly). My boys, who are in a league of their own when it comes to being messy, tiring, hard, and draining, would wear me out, often leaving me with not enough energy to even think of going to a gym (though I have now learned going to the gym will give me the energy I am missing, and if you don't believe me about the wild kiddos, backtrack throughout my blogposts; I am very honest about the stresses of parenthood). Along with motherhood, I also was often overwhelmed with other life duties including work loads that kept me at school too late in the day, cooking dinners for my family including my dad and mother, who is visually impaired, keeping my house clean so my OCD self didn't meltdown further, and eventually, I would fall into bed too exhausted to think about how to actively be in better shape. And I could never imagine forcing myself up for a gym class on days I could sleep in; that would be entirely absurd in my world! Sleep in my house was (and still is) too few and far between to give up any extra hours I might have; half the time my kids wake up multiple times a night. It is seriously like fruit basket turnover at our house.
Last summer I swore, SWORE, I was going to lose weight when I realized my babysitter/friend who was 19 and beautiful was going to the beach with me. I lost a few pounds but basically changed nothing. In January motivated by the lingering hopefulness of New Year's resolutions, I decided to rejoin the gym. And in February, my uncle and aunt, whom I love dearly and think of like second parents, extended an invitation to go to Cocoa Beach and Disney with them during the first week of June to celebrate my 10 year wedding anniversary with my husband. My uncle, who has always been fit but who had put on a bit of weight, decided he would lose weight by the time we went. My aunt joined in as well. I said I was going to also. And I did...in a half hearted way. I lost like 3-5 pounds and stopped. They lost multiple pounds. They were not eating carbs and making very good eating choices. I was sort of eating good...ish. My uncle, who is blatantly honest, told me I wasn't eating good enough, and I would not lose until I did. At that point I finally decided to stop complaining and actually do it. I started by really cleaning up my eating, even though it was hard. I drank more water, passed on bread, croutons, too much dressing, unhealthy carbs, and anything basically "bad" and ate much more of the good stuff, i.e. veggies, fish, salad, veggies, and veggies. And I swore to stick with it more than a few weeks. At the same time, I began daily talking to my friend (who recommended me to write this lovely blog) about my workout program I had recently started at the gym. She finally convinced me to stop with the continual cardio and focus more on weights and interval training. So, I did. And it seriously worked. Within weeks I started noticing a difference. In May, I tried on a pair of shorts I had not worn in years and about died when they actually fit, not only fit but were looser in the hips than they had been when I could wear them. It was at that moment I really believed her. She started sending me daily workout routines and added me to her fitness FB group she is a part of. I started really pushing myself more in the gym and started actually enjoying going or at least enjoying that feeling I had when I left. (Those endorphins are real y'all. I mean, after all, as Elle Woods says, "Endorphins make you happy. Happy people just don't shoot their husbands. They just don't." Good news for Shaun I guess.) I stuck with the routine for 4-5 weeks. Because my friend teaches fitness classes at her gym (not the one I attend) that I hear are intense and varied (and I have no doubt), she inspired me to take a relatively big leap, at least in my mind, by joining Absolute Performance Training at the gym. I decided to try one month of unlimited training, which included large group fitness classes that focus on interval training sessions, core and cardio, as well as four small group (1-4 people in a group) training sessions. I was a bit intimidated at first, thinking I would not be able to hang at all. But I quickly discovered the girls in the class were some of the sweetest girls, all with the same goal as me: to be better. Maybe to them better was thinner, stronger, healthier or all of the above, but the goal is simply to be better. The classes are filled with all kinds of fitness types, varying from the ridiculously fit (y'all know who you are) to the just-getting-started-and-feeling-like-you-are-dying-by-the-end-I-might-throw-up kind of girls (probably me) and those somewhere in-between.
I have been in Performance Training for a very short time compared to many of the members, but I already feel comfortable with the group and like it is OK to sweat, struggle, and be honest about when it is tough. I have currently lost 17 pounds, dropping from 133 to 116, and I have lost numerous inches and I am really starting to tell the difference in the definition and tone of my body. I finally feel better about myself in a way I haven't felt in YEARS! I no longer think 30 times a day about how unhappy I am with my body. Do I think I look perfect? Can y'all hear me laughing? Heck no. I will probably never win a Barbarian sword, or be hired by the gym to train others, or run any ridiculously long races, or ride a bike for a bazillion miles on rough terrain, or be able to accomplish the peg board thingy on the wall at the gym, or climb the dang rope to the ceiling or even have an enviable set of abs or legs. I still see my problem areas and just wish my body would magically turn into the bodies of the women who teach the classes (and quite a few who take it too), but what I do know is I am finally working in a very real way toward a goal I have been complaining about wanting to reach for a VERY LONG TIME and THAT makes me happy when I look in the mirror.
So, to all of you struggling to do it--to eat better, make it to the gym, pass on the rolls at dinner, drag yourself into the gym after work, I totally get it. It is hard. But it is also possible. Truthfully, I am slightly nervous about the school year. I worry about adding school, homework and sports to the mix. But I think I will figure it out. I will balance, and portion control, and work out, and feel good.
So, here it goes, my #transformationtuesday photos!
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Fall 2012 and July 2014 |
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This Fourth of July and Last Summer Beach Trip |
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Fourth of July and June 2014 Beach Trip. Bottom Pics 2012, 2013, 2011
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