In the grand scheme of things, I'm fairly new to this whole trying to live better for me deal. I know, hard to believe, right? There are actually people in my life now, who have never known me as being huge. That whole concept floors me. Honestly....when you spend a good 27+ years of your life being one of the biggest people in the room, it can be very hard to shake that mentality.
Anyways, if you haven't guessed it, I was a big kid. I was the one who hated gym class, couldn't do a single push-up, walked the mile, and would never, ever, have earned one of those Presidential Fitness Award things. Even if I were the last kid on Earth, I still wouldn't have earned it by default.
College was no different. Sure, my roomies and I would venture on walks once in a while, we'd vow to eat better, heck, we even tried out the gym on campus once or twice. But, well, you know how college is. Parties, junk food, and coffee.
I met a wonderful person, who is now my hubby, and who loves me unconditionally. (Yep, I'm lucky. I know there aren't many people out there who would deal with my craziness.) Even though I had vowed I'd try and lose weight before the big day, it never happened.
So, what made me decide to change?
I attribute most of the beginning of this venture in healthier living to an evil doctor.
In September of 2008, I wasn't feeling too well. I didn't know what was wrong (nothing was ever really figured out), but the doc was seriously rude to me. Almost to the point of being mean. Don't get me wrong, I've had docs tell me I could stand to loose some weight (duh). But they were never, well, condescending about it.
One thing I've learned about myself.....don't ever insinuate that I can't do something. Because I will do everything in my power to prove you otherwise.
He gave me a script for Chantix. (Yeah, at the time I had been smoking for 10 years....yikes!) I quit smoking, and slowly started working out. First, I rode my exercise bike at home. Then I joined a gym. I started taking step classes and spinning. I started working with a personal trainer. I ventured into running and lifting. I found out that the more extreme the workout, the more I love it. I'm a fan of flipping tires, swinging sledgehammers, and lifting HEAVY. (Well, heavy for a girl, at least.)
At my lowest weight, which I had reached last summer, I had lost around 75 pounds. (In 2008, I was right around 250 pounds. I know I had weighed more than that at other points in my life, but since I never weighed myself, I'll never know what my true weightloss number is. Oh well.)
Since then, I've put some weight back on. A lot, actually. Right now, I'm working on me. On the mental aspect of me. I've become a huge proponent of doing what I enjoy. And if I'm fatter because of it, so be it. I still lift heavy, I'm venturing into the world of Strongman, and I'm happier.
If people think I'm a failure because I've gained weight, that's their problem.