So, this is a really hard post for me to write. Hang in there, Tulle Nation – it’s about to get all confessional and real (and very looong). See, I am not one of those public announcement type people. I prefer to keep my issues and struggles and personal life, well, personal. For one thing, I’m actually not that much of a share-y kind of a person. I figure that everyone has their own problems and who the hell am I to toss mine into the mix?
Second, I am a lifelong procrastinator. I am one of those people who see a deadline as a nice little thing to completely ignore. And, while this is great for my stress levels, it’s not so much for the getting shit done side of things. And currently, those attitudes are not doing me any kind of favors. So, today I’m going to do something that I never thought I’d do… I’m going to use my blog as a platform to help me work through a specific issue and try to achieve my goal.
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I’m talking about losing weight and becoming a healthier person.
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Many of my readers know that last year, I started a weight loss/fitness journey because I was frustrated with the way that I looked and the way that I felt. And up until January, I was doing GREAT! I was consistently making good choices and losing weight every week. Then, I hit a plateau. HARD. I have been at the same weight since January. It is now September and I was supposed have already been at my ideal weight for a few weeks. But I’m not and getting more frustrated with each passing week.
Let’s start at the beginning shall we? I have always been fat. My mom LOVES telling everyone how I was born 10 pounds/10 ounces. I grew up in rural Alaska with no fresh veggies or fruit (literally none), no gyms, and a family that did not work out or eat healthy. In gym class, I was the one who walked laps instead of running them. I was the kid at the pool party wearing an over-sized T-shirt and shorts. I considered French fries a vegetable. I was not healthy.
Fast forward to my California years (2002-2005) where I was constantly surrounded by impossibly thin people and worked in a neighborhood where the moms had nannies so that they could spend three hours on the StairMaster. I joined a gym but didn’t know how to do anything and was too embarrassed to ask for help so I stopped going. And then I got really heavy. Like 200 pounds on a 5’5” frame heavy. I was that size when I moved back to Alaska to help my parents and met The Boy. And he liked me and it was good. For a while.
Then, a couple of Christmases ago, my sister discovered fitness. Not “starve yourself skinny” fitness but actual “becoming a healthier and stronger person” fitness and she begged me to join her every morning at the gym so that we could spend more time together. I went and messed around on the elliptical a bit but, again, I wasn’t really sure what to do. I didn’t understand the machines, the weight room scared me (and was filled with mirrors and dudes), and I literally had no clue what losing weight entailed. But, I liked being with my sister and she was so happy to have me there that I continued going. And one day, I stumbled upon a machine in the back of the gym called the Koko Fitness SmartTrainer – an all-in-one strength training computerized machine. It changed everything. That machine showed me how to do different strength exercises, it taught me what a rep was, it encouraged me to try harder. From the minute I first struggled to do the exercises on that machine, I was interested in learning more about how I could become a fitter and healthier person.
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After that, I got an elliptical machine of my own and started reading fitness magazines (starting with chick-friendly Fitness and Shape and eventually moving up to the more hardcore Oxygen). I did hour long workouts at home and experimented with incorporating high impact interval training into my cardio and learning how to lift weights properly. For the next year and a half, I worked out at home and firmed up but didn’t lose any weight. Then, in August of 2010, I saw a picture of me from my best friend’s wedding. And I was embarrassed.
I was working out 5 days a week and was still nearly 200 pounds. I decided that it was time to do something about it (well, first I cried my eyes out and then I did something). I joined My Food Diary and started logging every single thing that I ate into its calorie calculator. I religiously stuck to my daily allotted calories and the weight started peeling off. I was starting to see the muscle under the fat. I was fitting into my jeans comfortably again. I was actually losing weight. Finally.
Enter January 2011, I came back from Alaska having actually lost weight over the holidays and was down a whopping 40 pounds. Everything was looking great and I was on track to being at my ideal weight (calculated through My Food Diary) of 125. But I hit a nasty plateau and here we are, ten months later and fluctuating between 150 and 155 pounds. And y’all, I have a wedding dress to fit into in May and babies to make (and keep in a healthy body).
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That is what I look like right now (and no sucking in The Shelf [as I call my belly fat] either). Currently, I am 5’5” and weigh 153 pounds. My measurements are: chest (38”), hips (44”), waist (36”), and thighs (25 ½”).
My goal is to be 125 pounds and down 3” all around. I would also like to be able to start jogging regularly (very difficult for me right now because my knees hate the extra weigh). I want to have thighs that are smaller than my head. I want to not jiggle during sex.
The Boy and I joined a gym and last month I became a member of My Fitness Pal (it’s free and includes an app for smartphones). I’m hoping that those moves + my public announcement will help kick start the rest of my weight lost journey. So, here’s my goals for the next month:
- Workout five times a week (at least 30 minutes of cardio and 30 minutes of strength training)
- Make better food choices on the weekends
- Try jogging on the treadmill for five straight minutes
- Learn to use the Smith machine at the gym
- Lose 4 pounds
So, I’m asking for your help Tulle Nation – I need your support. I need you bug me on Twitter and Facebook and ask me if I worked out today (and check out my Fitness board on Pinterest). I would love some fitness advice and nutritional suggestions. Be my friend on My Fitness Pal (email me and I’ll add you to my list!) and help me stay accountable. Because every month until the wedding in May, I’m going to post about my fitness journey and I could use some motivation (so that I can show you success and not just whine [like I did today]). Are you in? Do you want to publicly declare a Fitness Journey of your own (if you blog about it, I’ll be sure to follow you)? Because what’s happening for me right now? Isn’t going to cut it for my future. Thanks for listening, y’all.