As I was at home for Christmas with my family (which was amazing by the way), we did our annual complaining about the amount of weight we've gained. In all honesty, I hadn't gained any weight...but I hadn't lost any either. So, we decided to all fork over $10 and weigh in. Our family "biggest loser competition" had officially begun. I was the last one to weigh in. When I stepped on the scale and was 1.5 lbs lighter than my uncle, a full grown man who is a good 5" taller than I am. WHOA. Hold the phone. I am 22. I'm not married. I have no children. I should be in my prime. I should be insanely healthy because not only is it something you are supposed to do when you have the time to focus on yourself...but, it's all the rage to be fit, right? So...I started talking a little smack. I'm going to win this competition.
That was the day after Christmas. I was in Kansas until January 2nd. I ate breakfast, lunch, and dinner every day...usually spent out at a restaurant, catching up with friends and family. I ate like a pig. I drank pop and beer and cocktails. I ate greasy food and tons of dessert and huge portions. I had an empty plate every time I ate. Yah...pretty serious about this weight loss thing. Guess I will start focusing on it when I get home.
Fly back to South Carolina. I go grocery shopping...stock up on healthy food! Check! My mind is sorta in the right place, but I really don't have the urge to go workout or anything. Just not my thing. Then, I get on facebook to do a little catching up. I have some new pictures tagged from a friend from when we were in Manhattan for New Years. The first couple were cute. Then there were some pictures of me dancing....and I almost started crying. I don't feel as big as the scale shows me or as big as those pictures show me. I untagged myself and even went so far as to emailing her to ask them to be taken off. And....they are still up. No big deal, except that we have all the same friends and I look disgusting. Ihave a little freak out and Eric calms me down (he's so great at calming me down when I'm freaking out). He tells me that I've been talking about making a change for a while now and if I truly feel that bad about it then its definitely time. And dang it...I think he might be on to something.
I sign up for a Gym membership. They ask you to come in for a screening and first workout with them. I get insanely sick. Don't go for a week and reschedule many times. Then, I go. I'm 39% body fat. I weigh 158 lbs (10 lbs lighter than the Christmas weigh in...eating healthy and being sick pays off). Then they work me out...for 20 minutes. I thought I was going to die. It was so intense. They said that's what it would be like if I were to get a trainer. He's a good salesman. His name is Sterling. :) I sign up for a trainer. It's expensive as hell. I kind of freak out. Can I be this selfish to spend this much on myself??? I sign the dotted line. Done, no turning back. Go home...lose a lot of sleep over how expensive it is and if I'm really that committed. Eric says just go for it. It's my money and I work hard for it. I have 3 days to cancel, which is after my first training session.
Three weeks of training later. My trainer's name is Gideon (well, that's his last name, but that's what he goes by). He is insanely sweet and has an amazing story of his weight loss struggles and the journey to where he is now. He sent me a nutrition plan. We work out once a week together. Then I have 2 other days a week of resistance training. The off days are cardio and abs. He sent me workout plans for each day. I go to the gym 6 days a week. I'm not supposed to weigh in but once a month...but I have. And...I'm not losing anything really. BUT....my chest is getting smaller. My legs and arms are starting to look more toned. AND...the line on my stomach where my fat starts...is a lot smaller. I feel better. I'm looking better. I am sticking to the workouts. I am sticking to the healthy eating. I haven't been eating fried foods or any pop (2 of the hardest changes to make to my lifestyle).
This isn't my new year's resolution. This is my rest of my life plan. And I'm telling people about it. Anyone and everyone. So there it is. Hold me accountable for my actions!
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