the past few weeks, i've been receiving emails asking how and why i started my weight loss journey, how i stay so motivated and dedicated. in each and every email, i respond honestly and openly. thanks to all my readers who took the time to message me and i hope i helped you start and/or maintain your fitness journey.
how i stay motivated and dedicated: well, for one, i have time! it certainly makes it easier to exercise every day when one doesn't have to go to work. however even when i was working, i made a real effort to workout every day after i got home. it was hard at first but after a while, it became a habit and part of my daily routine so not working out felt weird.
i stay motivated because i see progress and i keep my goals realistic. i didn't see any progress until the 2nd or 3rd month but i kept everything in perspective: change takes time. i knew that it would take a while to hit my goals and most of all, i didn't put a "deadline" on myself. i focused on getting healthy, never watched the scale and liberated myself from the numbers game (which can be a huge deflator if you don't see the desired number on the scale).
as for the why and how... well, to sum it up: i hit rock bottom. i tried several times during 2011 to get back in shape and failed. i started, got excited and then fell off the wagon as my eyes, mouth and tummy got distracted by [insert yummy food here].
all this time i've been blogging, tweeting and instagraming about my workouts, what i eat, my progress and how i began my journey but i never posted about the moment that i hit rock bottom, mainly because i was embarassed by what spawned my entire journey.
behold: the picture that started it all.
this was taken near the end of december 2011 at our annual december girls' birthday dinner. i was sitting beside the lovely Ro who, amazingly, can eat whatever she wants and keep her fabulous figure. dammit i need to know her secret! (i put a flower over her face in case she doesn't want her identify/face shown on this blog).
when i saw this picture - namely, the sheer size of my fucking face - everything i had felt about myself and my weight came crashing to the surface. secretly, i had a growing loathing about my body and how it was expanding at a rate that i didn't like yet i just didn't have it in me to do something about it. i was at my heaviest here - probably about 147lbs but who really knows because i banished the scale from my house years ago. i never complained though, because i knew that whatever i was doing to myself was all on me.
with a lot of things - especially things that you don't want to do or can't find it in yourself to do - you need to hit rock bottom to start over and more importantly, to stick with it- weight loss, kicking a bad habit, quitting smoking, quitting drugs, going broke, leaving a bad relationship... rock bottom is the lowest you can go after which, the only way is up. this picture was all i needed; this was my rock bottom to finally kick my ass into high gear and get serious with weight loss. no more excuses.
and so, with that image of my pudgy face burned into my brain, i began my journey. i overhauled my diet, started exercising and 8 months later - with the 30 day shred, ripped in 30 and insanity (almost - just another week or so) - under my belt, i've changed my body. i've lost inches all around. i've gained muscle everywhere (and love it). i've hit all but one of my goals. i've changed my lifestyle and i've changed my life. i work out 5 days a week - 3 days of high intensity, ass-kicking-call-motherfucking-911 cardio and 2 days of intense interval weight training + light cardio. insanity has ruined me in that if my workouts aren't as intense as what he puts me through, i workout twice. strange huh? this, coming from a person who went from hating exercise and wanting nothing to do with it to absolutely needing it every day. funny how that works.
today, i'm able to finally wear my size small dress (no vanity sizes either!!) that i haven't worn since i dropped all that weight during my depression... and it's not snug, it actually fits!! no stuffed sausage over here. after losing my way for over 7 years, i've fallen in love with fitness again, all because of one picture taken 8 months ago. it used to be part of me, of who i was and we fell out of touch because shit happens; hell, life happened.... you all know how that is.
next fitness challenge: chalean extreme