I was using the stair climber in the local gym and found myself holding back tears. Caught off guard by it I thought about how far I'd come in the last year and thought about where I was going this year.
That was a few weeks ago, today I'm wearing a pair of goal jeans, a black tank top and a homemade knitted poncho my aunt gave me and I found myself on the verge of tears just thinking I couldn't wear this last year!
When I started this year on January 11th I decided it would be my last time losing weight, third time's the charm, right? The first time I was 19 and went from 200 down to 172 in three months, gained the weight back about a year later.
The second time I was trying to have a baby with my now husband and went from 210 down to 190. I became pregnant and lost the pregnancy at seven weeks. My weight went back up 10 pounds before I got pregnant with my now 3.5 year old.
I fell pregnant again in February 2016, gave birth and weighed the most I ever had, around 245. For a year I breast fed my baby and decide to wait to lose weight, when it was finally time I was at 230 and my wedding was six months away. I set a goal of 200 pounds or less by the ceremony.
I didn't want to lose weight to fit a dress or to feel better about pictures, my blood pressure was high and I had been told I was inching closer to pre diabetes. My BMI was 37 and I just wanted something better for myself. Something better for my family.
I started with CICO and about a month into that I was going to the gym twice a week with my mom. We got a dog in April and I walked her twice a day. Then summer hit and I bought a bike trailer for my two toddlers and a bike for my oldest son. I rode everywhere. During the hottest days I would start out at 7pm because it would finally be cooler then 85 degrees and the sun was up until after 9.
Not only did I meet my goal I exceeded it by ten pounds! My mom told me after the wedding I could relax about losing weight, but I couldn't have disagree more. The goal post had to be moved or I wouldn't reach my ultimate goal of reducing my health risk through weight management.
The weight just fell off, I am so proud of every pound! 15-20-25-30-35-40-45-50-55-60-65! 65 freaking pounds! I am just gob smacked thinking about it. I have another 25 pounds to go, only 10 to a healthy BMI, probably my first in my life, and I'm stoked!
My progress has been slow at times but it has always been there. I have muscles in my face I didn't know were there. I have wrist bones and ankles again! I've lost so much weight I inspire myself to keep going! I felt like maybe I messed up and didn't know what to do anymore after I gained five pounds in one week, Christmas week, and just couldn't shake it.
I was snacking and I knew it, I tapered down and final am only a pounds away from where I was. I've also started doing a short work out with a step and light 5 pound weights with my 11 year old. He hates it, but I love spending that time with him and it's short enough I don't think it'll effect how he feels about exercise later in life.
My husband has been amazing, telling me to go to the gym and he has the kids. Eating all the extra goodies so I can't (this is killing him, btw) and celebrating every 30 pounds, 10 pounds and woosh with me. I'm so lucky to have him on this journey and just thank the stars every day I do.
An album of progress SFW http://imgur.com/a/3qnSw8G
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