So I think I've officially decided I’m going to be adding a new section of updates to my blog. I haven't a solid idea for the frequency in which I'll post about this topic but its a major portion of my life that I generally speaking, choose not to share with people.
Fitness, exercise, healthy eating - its my life.
a bit of background:
I grew up my entire life as a “fat kid”. Seriously. FAT KID - right here! it wasn't even until I was almost 18 that I really decided to do something about my life.
I grew up in a house where my weight was seen as hereditary. I was just a big kid.. my dad’s family was big, my family was big, I was big - I mean it all made a little sense... I started developing health problems around the age of 10, more specifically I was diagnosed with PCOS, a syndrome which is greatly weight related, that not only causes cysts on your ovaries, but is accompanied by a slew of other issues, insulin resistance, high blood pressure, etc...That's a lot for a 4th grader to be handed.
I spent nearly the next 8 years trying to lose weight every way imaginable. my parents and doctors tried fat blockers and nutritionists.... I was young and being bounced around... it was really hard for me to get a grip on what any of it meant and more importantly what baring my weight had on my value as a person. It was something that I didn't only struggle with on the surface... I wasn't your typical insecure adolescent.. I had serious value issues. I felt broken, sick and unlovable. my value became so tied to my appearance that my hate for my body became a hate for everything that I was.
How long can a person survive while hating themselves so much?
I’ll never forget the moment I TRULY decided I HAD to change my life. Its impossible to allow that memory to slip from my mind... I was out at Snoqualmie falls and had taken a 1 mile hike down to the bottom of the waterfall.. it didn't seem like an issue at the time... however, the return to the car would be a relatively steep one mile walk uphill... at the time I was close to 300 pounds. That mile KILLED me. Not only was I out of breath, it broke me down mentally. I wanted nothing more than to walk and talk with my boyfriend at the time and instead my chest was heaving, my eyes were watering, and I wanted to be left alone so I could walk to the car on my own. “go on ahead of me, I'll just meet you at the car” it was one of the most embarrassing moments of my life... I was ashamed.
At this point, I had found a new level of desperation. My mom took me to sign up for Jenny Craig, and on our first weigh in I was tipping the scales at 280. when they asked me my goal weight, I told them I'd be happy with 50 pounds, in reality, I wanted to be down 100 but doubted the reality of that goal. I mean, my doctors thought I'd always be fat, my parents said it was my genetics, I'd been trying for years to accept that I would go through the rest of my life being bigger....the idea that this was all within my control was incredibly foreign.
I stayed with Jenny Craig for about a month and in just that time lost around 20 pounds (I miss how quickly weight came off back then😜) That was all it took to kickstart me and get me to understand that this crazy idea of being ”average” was actually not so crazy. I had learned what a normal serving of food looked like and from that point forward everything else seemed to fall exactly into place.
Fast forward 4 years:
I’m now 21 (September is coming fast! cant believe its almost another year gone) and weigh around 200. I went from a size 24/26 to a size 10/12 and all of it was through a lifestyle change, and I don't just mean the food I put into my mouth or the number of hours I log at the gym; It started with my perception of the impossible. It started with redefining the perspective of my life, from something I was born into to something I was creating.
So have you caught on to the new topic?
FITNESS!!!! - Health and well-being in all of its aspects.
Stay tuned!