So there’s no nice or easy way to put this…I was always fat growing up. Pretty much. I was the pudgy kid who always hated PE. You know those phys ed. tests that you had to take every year in elementary school well I absolutely dreaded those with every ounce of me. Don’t think I ever finished a mile in under 13 minutes and usually cried for 30 minutes after because I couldn’t breathe. Not to mention those god awful “health fairs” they had where everyone went to the gym and they had nurses there measuring everyone’s height, weight, vitals, yada, yada, yada. I was the kid in 5th grade who weighed 130 pounds. The one who hovered over top the scale frantically looking around like “holy s#@* someone’s going to see how much I weigh.” Well I don’t know if I thought “holy s@$*” because I was in the 5th grade, but I probably did.
Elementary, middle, and high school… it all stayed the same. The number on the scale grew just like I did. Just the chunky girl who still had her “baby fat.” Why the heck didn’t I ever lose my baby fat like everyone else did? My little girl friends running around in their spaghetti strap tanks and daisy dukes…not me I’m over here in jogging pants every.single.day. Not to mention my feathered bangs and stringy long hair I had until like 6th grade all because my momma had been stuck in the 80’s and couldn’t escape. Are y’all getting this?? I had Farrah Fawcett hair until I was like 13. Swear. To. God. Don’t worry you won’t be seeing any of those pictures!! I’ll save us all the grief. So I’m pushing 160-170 pounds when my sophomore year of high school rolls around. Momma is always cooking like a southern queen…puttin Miss Paula Dean to shame like she has been all along. I’m talking biscuits and gravy, fried eggs, bacon, sausage, fried chicken, beans and corn bread, fried tators, fried pork chops I could keep going right now, but my mouth is watering as we speak. When momma didn’t cook I still had to eat…DUH. Donuts, candy, little debbie cakes, popcorn, chips anything I could get my hands on of course. The BEST kind of food. You know the kind that isn’t good for you, but it sure is good to you?!! Oh yeah and I forgot to mention sweet tea, my gosh how could I forget to mention my first love. I could take McDonald’s sweet tea through an IV infusion with a pressure bag (nursing humor) haha! Yes, I am a nursing student now, but enough of that…I hate school. But, do you get the point? I’m eating bad. Real bad. I’m drinking bad. Real bad. I don’t know that I ever had a full glass of water until after I moved away to college. I am dead honest. No exaggeration. We did not drink water. Water ewwwwww it don’t have no taste. Seriously. Are y’all wondering how I’m still alive by this point because I look back and wonder sometimes.
So back to the sophomore year point I was trying to make….I hunt. Yes, I hunt animals-deer, bear, raccoons, squirrel, turkey. Sorry if that offends anyone. I grew up in the mountains that’s how I was raised. Yes, this story has a point. So I went deer hunting with my daddy one evening in October my sophomore year and I got really bored. Nothing out stirring in the mountains and it was still hot because we had a late winter that year. I picked up some sticks and started whittling and biting my nails and fidgeting and whittling and biting my nails. You get it. I couldn’t sit still. You know how I told you it was a later winter and still hot outside? Well it was still hot enough for poison ivy. POISON IVY is the devil. I woke up the next morning looking like I probably shouldn’t have even woken up. Yes, I literally looked like death. Poison ivy had taken over my entire body, but especially my face. It was the size of two. It was in my eyes, in my ears, in my mouth, down my arms, down my legs, and even on places y’all could care less about knowing. It was miserable. To make a long story short I went through 3 sets of pill pack cycles of Prednisone over the course of a couple months and had 3 steroid injections. I literally blew up. By that summer I weighed 201 pounds. I will never forget looking looking at my chart the nurse was holding in her hand at the doctor’s office and seeing 201 pounds. I couldn’t even read the scale at the time because it wasn’t one of the easy electronic ones it was the manual one where you have to slide and balance it out. I was devastated. Humiliated. Embarrassed. Mad. Sad. You name it. But, what did I do??? Absolutely nothing. In fact the start of my junior year I had Daniel start bringing me McDonald’s biscuits and gravy to school every morning for breakfast. Daniel is my smoking hot fiance by the way. I’ll get to him here shortly. But, he’s been by my side since 2006. So yeah I’m eating my breakfast and skipping the school lunches because who the heck wants watery spaghetti from the school cafeteria? NOT ME. No thank you. Come home though and that’s a different story…momma’s house. *GRIN* Momma always had and still has something good to eat. She never cooked till later though so I had to get my fix before supper. Fancy cakes or oatmeal pie? Doesn’t matter to me, but let me just grab my Pepsi too…yep I’m a Pepsi girl never was big on coke. Momma’s supper was good too. But, I just need a tall glass of WHOLE milk with my 5 Oreos before I lay down. My belly is so fullllll. Yum. Who knows just how far I topped over 200lbs, but I can tell you at 201lbs I pretty much wanted to die.
By freshman year of college I had gotten a few pounds off I’m not going to lie. I believe I started around 180ish. Not by choice. I never did a thing to get it off. I guess it was just the extra steroid fat had came back off finally. So yeah 180ish pounds. I’m still chubby. No one ever really called me fat though all this time. They gave me those looks. They giggled sometimes. I was the one who never took my tee shirt off at the pool to show off my bikini or wear those cute freaking belly shirts. Oh and did I mention I was always the last to get picked for teams in any physically active related game…screw that. I bet I could kick the ball in yo face now. And, I bet you couldn’t run me down to get me back either…*evil laugh* Ok, so enough of that though I refuse to ever be bitter. Never ever will I ever be bitter. Nobody got time for hatin’. It was my own fault. I pretty much did hate my freshman year of college though just wasn’t happy at the school or with my life choices in general so then I moved to Tennessee…where my heart will always be…good ol Tennessee.
So now for the part y’all have been waiting to hear. You’re tired of reading aren’t you. Is she ever going to stop talking about being fat and get to the part where she can tell us what to do and be all motivational and basically make us get ripped and sexy and be happy forever? I moved to Tennessee to go to nursing school by the way. Through all of this I did decide that my passion is in the medical field (AND lifting weights haha) and nursing is where my heart is. So I got through my first semester of prerequisites and I’m just going with the flow. January comes. It’s a new year. It’s Tennessee and all the southern belle bombshells have already started on their summer tans and I pretty much envy them. Oh and they have their new year’s resolutions so they’re hitting the gyms too. Gosh I just want to be one of them. I want to be happy with myself and my body. I haven’t mentioned I tanned a lot too. I mean like I have been carrot orange on certain days of my life. It really hides a terror of sins…especially on fat people haha!! Why didn’t I start in January? It was a new beginning of a new year. I could have changed my life then. But, I just wasn’t ready. So I kept chugging along and in March I decided that I was going to start going to go to my apartment gym to try and run and relieve some stress. Who knows I may lose a few pounds. Ok let’s be honest I’m like I’m going to go to the gym because it’s March and I’m trying to lay my butt by the pool in a bikini by May. Holy Moly. That’s like 2 months I can totally do this. Quick fix. Duh. I just need to be able to fit in a bikini that’s all. So I go to the gym. It’s a small gym by the way. Couple rows of free weights, 4 treadmills, 3 ellipticals, and 3 bikes I think. It will do. All I needed was the treadmill remember because I’m relieving some stress and fitting into a bikini. That’s all. This was the beginning of the rest of my life folks. HERE IT IS. THIS IS MY START. I didn’t even know it at the time. It wasn’t a plan. It wasn’t something I knew I was going to stick to. It was just an idea. A spur of the moment. I’m telling you this because I wish I would have known then. Don’t get me wrong it’s great that I started the way I did, but if you plan to do it and you go in head strong the way I am now you will progress so much faster. But, anyway so I go in and get on the treadmill. I start walking. I can do this. Wow this isn’t bad at all. That quick bikini bod is gonna be here by May no doubt. Crank her up to 7….here it goes. 1 minute in I’m sweating hard, but breathing even harder. By 3 minutes I don’t even know if I can make it till 4 and at 4 minutes I pressed the stop button because I could not take another step. I didn’t even slow it down. I pressed STOP. I got off the treadmill basically crawled to the bathroom and cried. I cried for like 15 minutes. My throat hurt, my lungs hurt, my body hurt. I couldn’t breathe and how the hell was I supposed to get that body by May with 4 minutes a day on the treadmill? So I went home and cried some more. But, you know what? I went back the next day though. That’s the first rule…YOU HAVE TO GO BACK. I don’t care how much it hurts go back. Ran…you guessed it 4 minutes again. I literally ran 4-6 minutes for 3+ weeks. I didn’t dare go up in time until I could run…RUN at the speed I wanted to run. That’s what you have to do. You have to go back and you have to give it time. Your body needs time…my body needed time. And, eventually I worked my way up to 10 minutes on the treadmill. Do you understand what kind of accomplishment that was for me? Seeing absolutely no results in the mirror. No results on the scale yet. It’s been a freaking month. WTH? But, I could run for 10 minutes without stopping. I kind of sort of was proud. I was getting better.
It’s pretty much May by now and no I don’t have my bikini bod. Darn. I’ve been going to the gym every night for 30 minutes and running on the treadmill working my way up and working on improving my times. No bikini bod…2 months that’s a long time. That sucks. No bikini bod. Well I guess I’ll keep trying. Weighed myself 172lbs. Well that’s better than 180 I guess. I’m so chubby still like why do I have dimples in my legs??? Oh and let’s just talk about the rump for a minute. Yes, I got to start with a big rump, but it was not big in the good way just let me tell you. NOPE. But, 172lbs okay so I need to work on getting that down. A lot. Still running every night that I can pretty much 3 or 4 times a week. How can I get the freaking scales to move faster? Finally realized that Wendy’s Chili and Pal’s frenchy fries after midnight may not be helping the case. Shew here we go I have to start cutting out foods that I LOVE now. Great. Ugh. I’m telling you all of this because I want you to know it takes time. It is slow. Especially for someone like me who knew NOTHING. It is okay to not know. There are people who can help you…I would love to help you and teach you. Ask me anything anytime. But, really the reason why I’m dragging this out is because I want you to know that it’s a process. It does not happen overnight or in 2 months sadly 😦 But, it CAN happen.
So schools out and I’m working my summer job and I’ve got some time. I’m going to work on this bod. And, while I’ve got the time I’m going to cook some. Cut out my Wendy’s and Pal’s I guess. That’s a goal. That’s an accomplishment itself. Oh and I can run a full mile now without stopping. And, I bought running shoes!!!! They were so freaking cute! HOT PINK of course! I was becoming a runner…what???? The fat girl who absolutely loathed running is willing to take time out of her day to go run a mile. Spent money on a pair of running shoes like who am I? I’m seeing a lot of people lifting those weights in front of the mirror when I’m running every night. What’s up with that? They look good though. Must be working for them. They even bring a mat sometimes and do weird kicks in the air. Cool. Well let me just go youtube some of that. So I begin to look at some exercises and trying to do them in the mirror…in my room. Not the gym mirror ohhh NO. Not yet. Besides I’m a runner. Btw, the scale is at like 168. Holy freaking moly it moved. Thought I had a defected scale there for a month or two! Could it be my beloved Pal’s and Wendy’s escaping my body? 😦 IT WAS.
I don’t want to drag this on much longer, but as you can tell my life was changing and I really didn’t know it. Like I knew I was losing a few pounds and I knew I was becoming a runner, but I didn’t know that I was literally changing my life. I started to become “the girl who needed her daily run” to my friends. I was becoming the girl I never dreamed of becoming. I began giving up the bad foods, the fast foods, the soda, the tea. But, that was over the course of two years. It was slow. How many times have I said that now. I didn’t give up everything at once. HECK NO. I didn’t start by running 5 miles. HECK NO. But, I started.
I was eating and experimenting with some cooking. When I say cooking I mean like scrambling eggs and mixing tuna salad!!!! But, it doesn’t matter. It was working. And, I actually like the taste. I’ve learned a few exercises by now with the free weights. Yeah I even learned the name of them. And, I’m lifting them up and down and all around after my run every night. Daniel, my fiance remember I mentioned him earlier…I started telling him all about it. He was really sporty in high school so of course he already knew. But, he thought it was pretty cool what I was doing. He even taught me more about the weights thing and exercises once he knew that I actually knew they existed haha. He was wishing I knew all along though secretly 😉 I know he was. So he’s back in Virginia doing his thing…we see each other on the weekends. He’s about to graduate college in May 2013. He’s running a lot too now. He’s doing some weights too now. We talked about it every night after we’d finish. Wow. Who are we? I like running he likes running. Oh and the scale is at like 162 now…*jumping up and down screaming eeeeeek* I’ve lost 10 freaking pounds. How the heck did that happen. Sadly and thankfully, I hadn’t been eating momma’s cooking in about a year and half and now I’ve cut out my fast foods. Haven’t had tea or pop in almost a year now. I’ve been running and throwing some weights around and wouldn’t you know I lost 10 pounds. I’m down almost 40 pounds since my all time high. Shittttttt. I used to weigh 200 pounds? Can we just not talk about that.
I moved to Richmond in July of 2013 so I could get instate tuition and guess what Daniel got to move with me!!!!! How lucky am I? I got accepted into a nursing program back in Virginia and I’m getting instate tuition. Daniel graduated in May so he got to come yayyyyy. Never been so happy in my life. We deserved it. It’s been 7 years. It’s time. Not to mention we’re looking hotter than we ever have. Shewweeeee. I was down to 157 pounds when we moved to Richmond and boy was I glad we had a pool. I wore a bikini. I wore a wrap out of the pool, but I rocked a bikini y’all!!!!!! Thank God our townhouse has a gym and a stove/oven. We’ve never had the chance to workout together or cook together before. Let’s start now. Why not. We started cooking up a storm. We pretty much don’t eat out and when we do we eat in portions. We don’t buy snacks. We don’t buy chips. We don’t buy candy. We are hitting the gym hard and we are lifting the weights the best we know how. It’s September and there’s a Richmond marathon. I’m a runner remember. I want to run. Let’s do it!!! They have an 8k portion. That’s 5 miles you think we can do it? Daniel doesn’t think we can do it he knows we can. We decided to do a training program. We trained for 8 weeks. We literally ran everyday of the week. Sometimes we took a rest day, but we were determined so we rarely did. I’m talking 2,3,4 miles a day. By race day we were so ready. Until the morning of the race of course….rise and grind at 530am, race starts at 7am. Get some carbs in us and get to the start gate. It is POURING buckets of rain. I’m like holy s@#* is it going to quit. NOPE. It kept raining and we were lining up. I’m like omg I can’t do this Daniel what the heck did we get ourselves into. It’s seriously raining so hard you can hardly see your hand in front of you. Pull out my iPhone because I haven’t practiced a day of running without music. Look down and can’t get my phone to work. Keep trying to wipe it off and it just keeping getting soaked…next thing I know my phone cuts off and is water logged. Great. 5,4,3,2,1. Race starts and we RAN. We ran the entire race. I ran with no music!!!!!!!!!! At about 3.5 miles in I did not think I could take another step, but each time I look over at Daniel he yells at me, “DON’T YOU DARE WALK, ONE FOOT IN FRONT OF THE OTHER!!!” I wanted to tell him to go you know where…but I never did. I kept on running right beside him and we never slowed down until we crossed the finish line. We finished that 8k in about 50 minutes…10 minute miles. My very first mile was about 15 minutes. Only 1. And, I had just ran 5 miles without stopping at 10 minutes per mile. As I’m writing this I still don’t know how I did it. Serious. I was NEVER a runner and I’m still not really. I mean I run…well I guess I am a runner. I can run an 8-9 minute mile now!!!!!!! But, really what that race did for me had nothing to do with running. It showed me that I or anyone can do absolutely anything we set our mind to. And so that’s what I’m doing. I’m doing anything and everything I feel like doing. Daniel & I started lifting weights heavily shortly after the race, which was in November and we haven’t slowed down just like we didn’t in that race.
Weight lifting has now become my passion. I still run for cardio…and yes I will continue to run for fun occasionally. After all, running was where it all began for me. But, weight lifting. Yeah. It fuels me, it consumes me, it challenges me. There is nothing in the world like it to me. Picking up heavy weights and throwing them around to look good??? Count me in. When I walk into the weight room I zone out of the world. Yes, Daniel comes with me. He lifts too….oh yess he does!! And, it shows 😉 Okay sooooo anyway haha. Sometimes we lift together side by side and sometimes we don’t. Either way it doesn’t matter to us. We are there. Together. We are both lost in the zone. Sweating, challenged, and craving progression. That’s what keeps us going back for more….not to mention we love to check each other out in our hot workout clothes. Hehe! But, really this whole life journey has made our relationship so strong. Almost as strong as our biceps! lolz (((Yes, I have biceps…and muscles. Lifting heavy weight does not make women look manly. Do you think I look manly…that’s what I thought. Ok, so don’t be afraid to lift heavy weights ladies!!! Muscles are HOT!))) Not to mention after 2 hours of destroying our workout, Daniel and I come home and cook post workout meals together almost every single day. We literally do all of this together. We workout together, we cook together, we weigh together, we measure together, we talk weights and progression together. It’s ours. It has became our life. And, so this is where I am now. I am currently in the gym 5-6 days a week lifting and training 1 to 2 muscles groups each day with about 3 days of cardio after my lifts in the mix. The biggest thing is to get up and go. Even if I only have 30 minutes I go. A 30 minute workout is better than no workout people!! Do the best you can. I am eating lots of lean meats(chicken, fish, turkey), veges(broccoli, spinach, sweet potatoes, etc.), fruits(berries, bananas), and drinking tons of water. I will get to the food specifics here soon. That’s a whole other thing. But, we will get there! I am currently ***hold your breath**** 138 pounds (haven’t seen the 130’s since 5th grade) and in size 6 jeans (in a 14 at one point)!!!! Oh and guess what…I bought my bikini this weekend. Those leg dimples have mostly disappeared. Hallelujah. YES. I will be rocking the bikini this summer with no cover up y’all. And, for those of you who are wondering about Daniel he started at about 280 pounds. He now weighs 195 and is stronggggg! He is getting big muscles. Oh boy!!! And, we are not finished. We will not stop. We are just getting started!!! YOU CAN DO IT TOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hope y’all are having a great day by the way and if you’re not try to go lift something heavy. It will make you feel better. I promise! Until next time my fabulous fitfam…xoxo ❤
PS…sorry for the grammar, typos, or run ons. I didn’t edit. Remember this is just me gabbing away with no worries about my English. Is that bad? Oh well!