So I figured that if I’m telling you all about my fitness and food, you may as well have some background on where I started. And to be honest, there is no definitive end to this journey. I still struggle pretty much every day. A lot of this is going to be difficult to talk about, and the whole thing is pretty complicated, so I’ll break it into parts.
Let’s start at the beginning.
I was a pretty normal sized kid. My dad kept us very active with hiking, swimming, and biking and we didn’t have a lot of fast food, soda, or junk.
(That’s from wayyyyy back!)
As I started having more control over what I ate and how much I exercised, the choices I made got poorer. From about fifth grade on, I slowly started gaining weight. Every year in my school pictures, my face got chubbier.
My weight finally peaked halfway through high school. I’m hesitant to even admit the number. 250 pounds. Now I know that could be a lot worse, but trust me, for a junior in high school, it was pretty bad. I don’t even have any digital pictures of that time on hand because I’ve always been so embarrassed to look at how big I got. And there were some truly mortifying times. Like when a boy from my school threw baloney in my hair in the cafeteria. And when someone yelled “move it fatty!” while we were walking through a door at the same time.
Now in my high school, you were only required to take physical education for two out of the four years. During my junior and senior years I took some classes at the local college through the Running Start program and a few of those were fitness classes. They tended to be the easier classes such as water aerobics and walking, but I did keep active at least a little bit. But one thing I absolutely hated was running. The timed mile in middle school had scarred me for life as the absolute slowest person in any of the PE classes I was in.
I had tried and failed many, many times to lose weight, starting about the time I was 13 years old. By some luck (or maybe it was fate) during my junior year, my best friend had begun to lose some weight. And I was motivated by the idea that we could work on it together and by the success she had. So I went on Weight Watchers and started to count points. The weight started to come off, albeit slowly.
Once I was down to around 200 pounds, I knew I would have to start exercising more to keep my weight going in the right direction. So I got a membership to the local gym and started working out almost every day. Mostly on the elliptical. And it definitely helped me to keep losing weight. I did however, have to eat less to keep my weight loss at the same rate, which looking back, may not have been the best way to handle this slow-down (more on this later).
By the time I was most of the way through my first year of college (really my sophomore year, as I had a year of class credit when I graduated from high school), I was pretty much down to my goal weight of 160 pounds. Keep in mind that I am 5’11”, so this was a pretty reasonable weight for me. I looked good and felt good, and the accomplishment of losing 90 pounds made me very proud.
Now the hardest part was over. So I thought.
This is probably a good place to leave it for part 1. It’s going to get pretty complicated and I don’t want to overload you in one post. To give you a visual treat after slogging through the first part of my story, I’ll leave you with a beautiful picture of my walk with my mother from this morning. Have a good day!