I'll give my complete story. This is a first for me, so here goes.
I've always been the chunky one. The fluffy girl. Skinny or fit was never in my vocabulary. Working out...never was easy for me. I always huffed and puffed. I had super fit parents. A mom that used to be a cheerleader and always below weight and a dad who was a bodybuilder. It was easy for them so I assumed it would be for me. I used to stash snacks in my room and was around 198lb when I was 21. I tried things like Slim Fast and Visalus. Only losing about 10lbs and never fully taking it seriously.
After having my only son almost eight years ago, I was up to 232lbs.
Food was my comfort. Always has been. Sad, mad, happy, glad...eat, eat, and more eat. My blood pressure rose, weight rose, and snacking never ceased.
A year ago I went to the gym religiously. I went from the 230's down to 219lb. The lowest I had ever been in years. I had worked up to running almost 2 miles a day, aerobics classes, and weight lifting. I was at the gym every single day. Our life took a turn for the worse and we had to move away. I fell out of the loop gm wise and turned back to food.
I don't know what clicked differently this time. I'm three months away from being 30 and something clicked to where I don't feel the same as I look. I started getting back into a routine at home. Since July 9th, I am down 6lbs. My heaviest being 246 when I started. I don't want back to that again.
So I am doing walking DVDs, changed my diet drastically to eliminating pop/bread/chips/snacks, calorie counting, a food journal, yoga, and beginner HIIT, not eating out.
Everyday is a struggle inside. Another day that I've made it with hooding what I eat carefully, is a success. And I'm not going to give up
First Time
