Like you don’t lie about your weight…
As of today, September 15, 2011, I weigh 253 pounds. Yeah, no kidding, that is still a lot to weigh, especially at 5’7”. But. I lost 61 pounds to get there. When I started my weight loss journey, I was at my heaviest, 314 pounds. I hear the gasps, and I had the same gasp when I was weighed for my going-to-Korea physical.
When the nurse said, “You are 314 pounds,” I told her her scale was broken. She laughed as if I were joking. I was then told by my fat doctor that I was fat and needed to lose weight. Pfft. Whatever. You first.
On February 19, 2011, my two-year-old, Matthew, wanted me to run after him. So, not thinking about it, I attempted to do so. Approximately three seconds later, I was winded and devoid of energy. The fat doctor was right. I was (am) fat, and I needed to lose weight. Desperately. That’s when it all clicked.
I got on the computer and researched (what felt like the bowels of) the internet, trying to figure out the best way to lose weight. By the end of my hours of research and talking to people who have lost significant amounts of weight, the consensus was the same: diet and exercise. Dammit. I was hoping for a magic pill or at least a hypnotherapist’s phone number and office hours. Okay, fine. Diet and exercise it is.
I have a two-year-old who insists on attaching himself to my hip, because his very life depends on it. Well, at least I think his life depends on it. Considering the screaming and the thrusting of his body on the floor as though he were fighting for his life, I’m guessing my hip is vital to his survival. Anyway, working out during the day would be an issue as a result. I decided I was going to wake up early and work out before he woke up. I should have known the moment I even THOUGHT about waking up early that that simply was not going to happen. I am not what you would call a “morning” person. I am what you call an “early afternoon” person. So, I started making excuses. I can’t work out, because my son is home. I can’t work out, because I just ate. I can’t work out, because my sneakers don’t fit right. I can’t work out, because my sports bra isn’t sporty enough. I can’t work out, because my socks are white.
I emailed my friend, Katie P., because she’s very much into healthy and fitness, asking her for advice on where to start and some words of wisdom. She pointed me in the right direction and even recommended I try a kickboxing workout called TurboJam. I had to start somewhere, and I didn’t want to wait on DVDs to arrive, so my husband suggested I start working out on the elliptical we have at home. The elliptical? You mean the thing we hang laundry on? Yeah, we had the thing for months. It was probably the biggest dust collector I’ve ever had. I blew the dust on it and went at it. I couldn’t last five minutes on the elliptical, but I tried a little more every day. After a month, I was on the elliptical for about 45 minutes straight every day. (It’s amazing how you’ll find the time for something if you really want it.) I ended up getting really bored using the elliptical. I would watch TV, play music, an audio book… boooooring. I didn’t want this to be another excuse for me to not work out. So, I said screw it, and ordered the TurboJam DVDs. Best. Decision. Ever.
I got my DVDs in the mail, and that elliptical was history. I actually started to enjoy working out. Me. A girl who’s been fat her entire life, who didn’t work out her entire life… until now.
When we got to Korea, we lived in a hotel for two stinking months with no access to a kitchen. We ate every single meal at a restaurant. I stopped my regimen and gained about 10 pounds back as a result. I was so pissed about it, but there wasn’t much I could do about it. We moved into our apartment July 1, and I finally started back on my routine July 11. I missed my work out. I missed my routine. I missed that hour of “me” time every day. I have it back, and no one will take it away from me again! Except the Army when we PCS.
A total of 21 weeks of diet and exercise, and I’m down 61 pounds. I am trying to get back down to my original weight of 9 pounds, 2 ounces. I’ve got a long way to go, but I’ll get there. Statistics say that 95% of the people who lose a significant amount of weight gain it all back. You know what? Statistics also say that a toothpick is the object most often choked on by Americans. Does that mean I am going to choke on a toothpick? No. Does that mean I’ll be one of the 95% who don’t keep it off? No. I am going to reach my goal and help others reach theirs in the process. Most importantly, I am going to keep it off. (Ahh, the power of words…) And when I do succeed, I am going on a nice three-day vacation (sans two-year-old hip monster) to celebrate and binge eat like there’s no tomorrow.