So, if you're someone who needs a little boost, likes a real weight loss story, wants the encouragement that THIS TAKES TIME and it's a process (hello-mine is at least 3 parts, as you'll see), then read on. Because you won't find any miracle pill here, no special shakes or cleanses (nothing wrong with that), just a long, drawn-out journey of someone who felt blah and unhappy and wanted to change it.
Most of you know that a few years ago I was a 'resolution story'. Meaning, I started something the 1st of the year when I signed up for a program that I was, frankly, at the time, embarrassed about joining: Weight Watchers online. I thought it was an old lady thing. I just knew I needed something and so something was better than nothing, and something helped kick my butt in gear. I started small. I tracked my eating. I still lived a rather sedentary lifestyle. I did one thing at a time, and at the time, getting control of my eating with tracking, etc, really put me in a place that helped me to be more self aware--which in turn, led to healthy weight loss.
Frankly. It helped take an unhappy momma to a 7 month old (at the time I begun), into a person who was confident in my skin, excited to take a vacation to someplace warm and who felt mostly confident in a two-piece, and had a toddler to lug around all day.
|I am so sorry about obnoxious watermarks. I am so sick of hearing about weight loss companies stealing photos and claiming them as their own, so I just want to avoid it if possible.|
I considered that a huge win, and I was darn proud of myself. I even started to like running a little bit and ran a few 5K's.
This was part one of my journey, and from what started as a small step, turned into a large leap. A huge, huge step forward in the healthy lifestyle I chose to take on and fight for everyday.
I am about 5'7, and I went from 207+ pounds down to 157 lbs.
Then this happened. Very much planned. But also very hard on my mental state after losing weight.
And it turns out, that after I had my sweet Lucy girl, and a relatively healthy pregnancy, gaining 31 pounds--I was 100x more motivated to lose that baby weight and reclaim that bod of mine again.
I was the girl running on the treadmill at 4 weeks postpartum (I felt great), with a newborn sleeping in a bouncer next to me. I committed and I ran a few 5K's before my baby was even 5 months old.
By 6 months postpartum I had hit that original goal weight of mine (the pre-Lucy weight of 157), and again, felt pretty good. I just had this feeling that it wasn't "it" for me.
But I consider this Part Two. Getting back to that illusive goal weight.
I really don't tend to talk about this Part 3 phase as much. There are a few reasons for that. It's not as much of a battle for me anymore, so it's not something I feel like I need to write about to hold myself accountable, if that makes sense.
Part 3 is the part that involves me upping my fitness, really being serious about healthy eating, the part that actually became kinda fun for me, because, I was finally doing things I'd never done before. It's where I joined the gym, started to enjoy classes, and challenged my body and mind in ways I didn't really even think about prior. Focusing on being strong and not skinny, and honestly, not caring about the number on the scale as much because, I could feel my body getting stronger, and in a way, I was free from that feeling of weight mattering as much.
I actually stopped running as often and started focusing more on classes that I actually liked taking. I wanted to do workouts I enjoyed, versus feeling frustrated when I was running and not loving it, or experiencing some 'high' that I never really felt. In the months from July/August of this year on I learned to love weight lifting, and classes like body pump and bootcamp (which is a workout of the day type of class, sometimes involving HIIT/Tabata/Crossfit-kinda stuff).
Eating mostly Paleo (let's not talk about Christmas, woo buddy, it's been fun but I'm ready to be back) has helped lean me out, and I've even begun to see ab muscles and, um, hello-who doesn't want to see your hard work paying off? It is seriously motivating.
During Part 3 I got strong enough to get up on my toes and bang out some real pushups for the first time in my life and now they ain't no thang. During Part 3 I started to see bicep muscles! This former skinny-flab armed gal now has a little strength in those guns. During part 3 I felt more confident than ever, finally conquered a lot of my former gym-class fears, and started to not give a crap about what other people thought of me. During Part 3 I lost an unexpected 15-18 pounds (I fluctuate a little) just by pairing healthy eating with my workouts. Hello side bonus.
Now, I weigh about 139 lbs (give or take), and am well within my healthy weight range for my height. I'm leaner (although my thighs may always be my 'issue'), stronger, feel better than ever, and actually enjoy and want to workout. It's not only good for me physically but mentally it really helps me, too.
This entire process from beginning to now has been 3 years in the making. I'm only saying this to encourage those of you who feel like it's going slow to know that it can be kind of a slow thing. Granted, I had a baby in those 3 years--but, still. My journey has been exactly that, a journey.
From overweight and unhappy, to losing 50lbs, to getting pregnant again, to losing that weight again, then to kicking it up a notch with my fitness, getting stronger--to where I am now. Three. Years.
It's a progress, I can keep working--and I plan to.