Losing weight wasn’t easy. Not in the slightest. I think one of my biggest problems is the fact that everyone seems to have this “one-size fits all” mentality.
Statistics, diet plans, weight loss gurus all say the same thing over again, and it works for lots of people.
But, not all.
Especially Not For Me
I’ve been battling my weight problem for close to 6 years. I’ve tried every diet out there, followed all the advice, done what everyone else has done that worked for them. The difference is that I am more dedicated than most people and never give up.
It’s true, I’m like a tank ready to go to war. But this is a different kind of war, a battle waged against the body and frame of mind.
I know that a lot of that has to do with follow-through. I would have had the same success sooner if I stopped listening to all of those fitness “gurus” and just followed my own path.
You can’t just work out like a maniac and then stop and think that your body will stay the same. That’s not how it works.
But that’s how it is. You never truly stop until the day you die.
For the past two years, I’ve focused solely on my diet. I’ve learned everything I can about what foods I should be eating, how much is enough, what foods I should be avoiding or eating more of or eating less of.
I can definitely sit here and say that I’ve spent more time in those two years eating the “right way” versus eating like crap.
I’ve decreased my calorie intake, that took off a few pounds for a while. I had more than enough fat to burn off, but I also know that starving myself wasn’t an option.
I tried weight loss pills before. It was a huge success in the beginning, but they started to fail me. Doctor told me that they wouldn’t do me any good by just watching what I was eating. Exercise had to be incorporated.
Then I started to really think back to my successful year three years ago.
It Was Really Difficult
I started that year weighing almost 190 lbs! I decided to start walking. Seventeen minutes, three times a week. And it killed me, but I also felt really accomplished when I had done it.
Soon, I was able to up that. Then some more. Until I was walking thirty-five minutes three times a week. And just by doing that, I lost 15lbs.
At around 175 pounds, I did something crazy. I decided to sign up for a boot camp. Intense, hard-core, fitness boot camp. Ninety minutes, three times a week, of calisthenics, running, obstacle courses, the works.
At 175 pounds, I thought I was basically going to kill myself. And on most days, I did feel like I was going to die. But, I got through each session. No matter how much I was hurting, or puking, or on the verge of tears… I got through EVERY. SINGLE. SESSION.
After I completed the boot camp, the fitness world was mine for the taking. My next target was running 5 km. Just a few months later, I achieved that goal. Finishing a 5 km in a little over 45 minutes. Then another 5 km came, and another.
By the end of that year, I had dropped 30lbs and felt better than I had ever felt in my entire life. I was strong, fierce, and rocking a body that I was finally proud of.
Even though I was still around the 160 pound mark, I had dropped several inches from my body going from a size 21 down to a size 13… and was almost in to a size 11.
The Joy Didn’t Last
It felt amazing. I thought that this was it; I would finally be fit for life. Then the stress and negativity came. My own lack of self-confidence kicked in and I started gaining the weight back. “Just what did it take to be fit and healthy?”, I thought.
How we see the world is what affects us the most. My old habits returned and again I was back to where I started. Guess what I did then?
Yep, I started the process of weight loss all over again. This time I went as far as not buying any sweets for months.
I didn’t give up and kept pushing until I reached my current weight of 125 lbs.
It was hard work, but it was worth it!