As every birth of a child is hard, my journey has been no different. It was and is hard. But as every birth of a long waited for child is a reason for celebration, so is mine.
On July 1, 2011, my weight was 258.
On November 1, 2013, my weight was 154.
Oh dear ones, I have to use a cliche that I really don't like.
It was one day at a time.
But to dig a bit deeper, the process also involved not giving up even when...
I went to bed in tears from the pain of working out
The scale refused to budge for weeks and months
My clothes didn't get bigger
No one noticed
I was hungry
I just kept telling myself "It will work. Everything you are doing will work in time, give it another month, two months, three months. Just please believe, and keep following the plan."
Another thing I did that was helpful was that I saw a therapist about why I weighed so much in the first place. She became a tremendous support.
Those of you that have read my blog also know that practicing yoga became vital. It was on my mat that I first found peace and in time I learned how to take that peace off the mat. Trust me, it's still a bitter process at times, but easier every day.
Would I do anything differently? No, I wouldn't, except I wish I had trusted more and worried less.
And the process? What did I actually DO?
Cardio that got my heartrate up 5 days a week 45 minutes to an hour
Yoga 3 days a week
Strength training 2 days a week
Rest day 1 day a week (although I didn't do a rest day for months, that took a long time to trust that I wouldn't quit after having a day off)
About 1800 calories with 45% carbs, 30% protein, 25% fat. Very few processed foods, with tons of chicken, good starches, fruits, and veggies.
That's it - no magic combination, no withholding of any food really. I ate and still eat what I want, but in limited portions.
There is one more thing I did that I don't always give full credit for. There were 3 close friends that knew everything I was going through - including my starting weight, which was hard to admit, but it was good that I did. By being brutally honest with them in the beginning, they were able to remind me of the progress and point out milestones that were easy to forget when when I was depressed.
Although you most likely never see this, Natalie, Erin, and Denise. I love each of you dearly. You have a piece of me in you and I trust you to hold that piece with care. And you do.
The payoff -
No more medications
My body feels alive
Endorphins kick ass
I am more healthy at 51 than I was at 21
For those of you struggling with weight, I beg you to not give up.
You CAN do this
You are stronger than you know
You are worth the struggle
Thoughts to take with me today: I am not thin, I am healthy - inside and out - and that's pretty cool.