People have been asking me how did you lose the weight? "Are you sick?" "What are you taking?" First off, I thank them for their concern, no I am not sick and I am not taking anything. What you see was done by sheer will and determination, a lot of sweat and even some swearing. So it started off with me getting a job where I have to walk, more than I have ever had to walk on a job except for Wild Rivers. I also got out of the house, so there wasn't a chance to sit on the couch, watch TV and eat what ever and when ever I wanted to.
My first pair of pants, I couldn't even button, so I did the old pregnancy trick, rubber band in the button hole. After a few weeks, something changed, low and behold I could button them. So, I started walking outside of work, in the neighborhood around the savanna anywhere I could and with anyone that wanted to come with me, the kids, the husband and friends. And it struck me one day on the way home from work, I was watching the kids run the neighborhoods and I realized I actually missed running. So, that was my next goal, I was going to run. Started slow and worked my way up to 3 miles. I ran my first 5k. And while the first mile is always the hardest, the sense of accomplishment outweighed the pain.
Getting active wasn't the only thing I did to change, I changed the way I eat. I cut out all soda, tea and juice. I drank only water or occasionally milk. I eat more veggies and salads. If we go out to eat, I cut my dinner in half and box it up right away so I don't pick at it. If we eat fast food, which we try not too, I order a kids meal. There have been plenty of nights I have gone to bed hungry. It was not easy to start off with, Diet Coke was my sweet treat and a large one was only $.99 , and there are days when I still want one, but I know if I have one, that will be the end of it, the same way with donuts, they are my crack.
I am now on my 3rd pair of pants, and I am still doing it. I have added working out with weights, and have actually started eating a bit more, but still watching the portions. And I have never felt better. I decided that if I don't reach my number goal and I am toned, I won't care, a number is just a number. My next goal is a half marathon with my sister, and who knows where I will go from there... the skies the limit. It isn't going to be easy, but dang worth it.
Saturday, February 11, 2012
Thursday, January 19, 2012
Fat to not so fat
I was fat, there is no way around it. I loved to blame the kids on it, but really, they are 13 and 10, how long can you keep pushing that off on them and not take some responsibility? About 4 years ago, I lost 50lbs, I didn't do anything to loose it except pay for Nutri-system meals, and maybe walk a bit. Once I stopped eating their food, I put it all back on, even added a few pounds just for good measure...sigh. I was working from home, which means eating what ever I wanted when ever I wanted and not having to move much, except from my bedroom to the office and maybe downstairs to get more food. And for reasons only God knows, the company I worked for no longer needed me, I got laid off. So, I went back to school and got my CNA. I desperately wanted a job in a hospital, unfortunately, it is very rare for a hospital to give a job to a brand spanken new CNA, so, I applied to be a patient transporter.
I got the job, so for 8 hours a day 5 days a week, I push, pull and transfer people from one spot in the hospital to another. This was not a job for an overweight, out of shape, old woman. The first pair of pants they gave me were a size 22, and I couldn't even button those, how embarrassing. I started walking at work, and after about a month, I could almost button the pants, whoo hoo. There were women at work that actually ate healthy, and I decided I can do that, I can eat fruit and salads, and food that is not fried to death. I decided I wanted to start walking during the week, on my days off. I gave myself a goal 10lbs per month, pretty ambitious I admit, but I figured I could do it.
There were plenty of nights I went to sleep hungry, and listened to my stomach make noise, just to fill it up with water. The weight started to come off, those pants I couldn't button started to get baggy, my jeans were no longer my jeans, they were now called my clown pants by my husband. I was walking more than just a mile, I started adding more, I was up to about 5 miles when I stalled with the weight loss. I was driving home one day and the high school was getting out, the cross country runners were practicing, and I remembered how it was to run and decided I want to do that again. I ran cross country in high school, I wasn't very impressive, but I got my behind out there and did it, so I figured I can do that again, start slow and work your way up. So one mile at a time, I started running. I ran my first 5K since high school, and it felt good.
Back to the fat becoming less. The new work pants started getting baggy too, they are now a size 16, and I was told by one of my co-workers, "I look like a 10 year old girl wearing my big brothers clothes". I agree, they are crazy ridiculous, but I have some more to go before I buy new ones. I know many woman who don't want to say what they weigh, but here goes, full disclosure, I started at 210lbs in March 2011, as of 4:30am today I weigh 145lbs. I am not longer shy about it. I would like to get to 130lbs, but we will see. Below are some pictures, so of me really fat, weighing more than I know because I wouldn't get on a scale, and some from when I was a little smaller.
I got the job, so for 8 hours a day 5 days a week, I push, pull and transfer people from one spot in the hospital to another. This was not a job for an overweight, out of shape, old woman. The first pair of pants they gave me were a size 22, and I couldn't even button those, how embarrassing. I started walking at work, and after about a month, I could almost button the pants, whoo hoo. There were women at work that actually ate healthy, and I decided I can do that, I can eat fruit and salads, and food that is not fried to death. I decided I wanted to start walking during the week, on my days off. I gave myself a goal 10lbs per month, pretty ambitious I admit, but I figured I could do it.
There were plenty of nights I went to sleep hungry, and listened to my stomach make noise, just to fill it up with water. The weight started to come off, those pants I couldn't button started to get baggy, my jeans were no longer my jeans, they were now called my clown pants by my husband. I was walking more than just a mile, I started adding more, I was up to about 5 miles when I stalled with the weight loss. I was driving home one day and the high school was getting out, the cross country runners were practicing, and I remembered how it was to run and decided I want to do that again. I ran cross country in high school, I wasn't very impressive, but I got my behind out there and did it, so I figured I can do that again, start slow and work your way up. So one mile at a time, I started running. I ran my first 5K since high school, and it felt good.
Back to the fat becoming less. The new work pants started getting baggy too, they are now a size 16, and I was told by one of my co-workers, "I look like a 10 year old girl wearing my big brothers clothes". I agree, they are crazy ridiculous, but I have some more to go before I buy new ones. I know many woman who don't want to say what they weigh, but here goes, full disclosure, I started at 210lbs in March 2011, as of 4:30am today I weigh 145lbs. I am not longer shy about it. I would like to get to 130lbs, but we will see. Below are some pictures, so of me really fat, weighing more than I know because I wouldn't get on a scale, and some from when I was a little smaller.
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