2015 is my year. I can feel it.
I have been overweight the majority of my adult life. I jokingly told one of my best friends in our early 20s that if I ever hit 200 pounds to just shoot me. Well, here I am. I’m in my mid 30s, and I’ve already surpassed that “danger weight”. One pregnancy and a stressful several years later, I’ve long since passed 200.
I’ve set a terrible example for my now four year old daughter. I haven’t cooked healthy meals – at leadt for myself, for the majority of her life. I always make sure she eats well, but not myself. Too tired, nothing to eat, etc., etc. I don’t sleep well, then I’m too tired to do much the next day. My house has been a disaster for years.
I didn’t make a New Year’s resolution. I got tired of hating my body. I’ve never been comfortable in my own skin. For too long, I’ve made the excuse that I don’t really care that I got fat. “If someone really loves me, they won’t care!” I told myself. In reality, I said terrible things to myself in my head. Things I wouldn’t say to my worst enemy – not that I have one. I’ve called myself a whale, a blimp, a fatass. Why did I do this? Because it’s my fault. I let this happen. I have low self esteem to begin with, so allowing myself to become overweight just fit with the fact I don’t give myself much credit.
It hit me while bringing my lunch to the break room at work. I was completely winded walking up two flights of stairs. I was completely exhausted every day, despite my attempts to get to bed early. It was time.
January 8th, 2015 was the day I decided to quit lying to myself. I wasn’t happy with myself. I was ruining my body eating off McDonald’s dollar menu.
Overhauling my diet was my first step. No more fast food. I haven’t had anything that wasn’t home cooked. I’m not ready to do clean eating or Paleonor any of those types of diets. I needed to cut out my high fat, high calorie choices. I started meal planning. Since we were on a strict, tight budget (my husband had been out of work for nearly 8 months at the time), I planned meals around the selections at Aldi. I’m a picky eater – I don’t like steak, or most vegetables. Healthy eating for me means a lot of chicken. Pinterest has become my BFF. I have scoured healthy recipes, and I’ve found several that are quite delicious. My daughter even enjoys many of them. Veggie dishes haven’t been as easy, but I’ve found a few I enjoy. I eat fruit like it’s my job. The one thing I won’t do is refuse to eat anything deemed “bad” for me. Ice cream? Sure. Chocolate? Ok. Portion control has been my biggest ally. A food scale has helped me determine correct portion sizes.
The one thing I dreaded was exercise. Knowing how out of shape I was made the thought of working out quite daunting. I started out slow; walking on a treadmill. Within a few days, I started the Couch to 5K program. I’ve finished weeks 1 and 2, and will be starting 3 this coming week. I have the Color Run as my goal, which hits the Twin Cities in July. I’ve gotten to working out 5 times per week. I do the elliptical at the gym on off-running days.
The best news? Since January 8th, I’ve lost nearly 20 pounds. 17.6 to be exact. I have another 65 or so to go, but I was thrilled that my changes in diet and exercise produced some good results right away. I’ve plateaued now, but I know I can power through.