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What a journey! It starts when I was just a kid. When I was little, my parent’s nickname for me was “Miss Piggy.” Looking back at pics, it is not that I was actually really that big. It was just that my 3 sisters were small. Eventually, I went on to marry my high school and college sweetheart. I worked out at times and slacked off at times. My husband was a long distance runner, so eventually he got upset. He began requiring that I write down what I ate each day and what I did for exercise. And when he had his affair, it was because he said that I was “too fat to love.” The subsequent divorce had me sometimes working out like a fiend, or blowing off work outs for months.
I returned to school to get my nursing degree. Upon graduation, I was hired on a cardiac floor at the hospital. I was struck at how many of our nurses were overweight, ate horribly, and did not work out. At the same time, they were preaching to patients to eat healthy and exercise. I decided that I did not want to hypocritical. So I began working out consistently. And I lost weight. I did not seem to get the diet under control, though.
I did change jobs after a while to a doctor’s office. One “benefit” is that if a drug rep wanted to speak to our MDs about a product, they had to bring lunch for the office. Since we were a large practice, this meant lunch being brought in 3 to 5 times a week. While it was good for the pocket book, it was not good for the waistline. I decided to hire a personal trainer. While this worked, I still did not change my diet.
I have always been a busty girl, regardless of my weight. I became intimidate about going to the gym after a guy I knew told me how he loved to watch me work out as he liked to “see me bounce.” I was mortified and began really trying to cover up if I could talk myself into going to the gym at all.
Around 4 years ago, I went out with someone. He date raped me. This threw me for a hugh loop. Again, I went to working out for hours or blowing it off entirely. In the back of my mind, I could hear those words “you are too fat to love.” Eventually, I even decided to have a tummy tuck to see if that would be the magic cure.
I did well with my weight for a while after that. Eventually, I changed jobs again to one in management. I was working out regularly and feeling good about myself. Then, in September 2007, I got injured and was told not to work out for 6 weeks. What a slippery slope! Work got more hectic, and not working out was easy. Coming home and playing computer games to distress was a whole lot easier than pushing play.
Recently, I took a good hard look in the mirror at myself. I had come from a physical with my doctor. I weighed the most I had since my late teens/early 20’s. To boot, my labs showed a Vitamin D deficiency which affects bone density as well as metabolism. OH MY! And while I now have overcome the “too fat to love” mentality, I did not like what I saw. I decided it was time. I will be 38 in May 2009 and plan to be in the best shape of my life. I do not intend to “grow out gracefully.” I now have embrace eating clean and working out as my lifestyle – for ME! I will keep you updated on my progress! PUSH PLAY!
30 day update:
I have lost 10 pounds and 7.5 inches I love working out again. And I can tell how much stronger I am getting in just this short amount of time. I can see in my logs the difference between what fatigued me then, how it is getting pretty easy now! And not to mention the changes I am seeing in my body! My energy level is up as well!