In 2012, I made lifestyle changes to lose weight and improve my health. I weighed 208 pounds. I worked hard to slowly improve the lifestyle of me and then my family. I got down to 147 pounds. I had made a complete 180* transformation with my health and lifestyle. I was very strategic in making one lifestyle change at a time. I would work on it for a couple of weeks and incorporate or layer in something else.
Today, I weigh 181 pounds. Seriously, what the fudge happened? How did I get back to where I almost started? (Now, you are questioning my street cred. Trust me, I have been, too.)
I noticed my scale creeping up. My clothes weren't fitting anymore. Seriously, what the fudge happened? The answer isn't profound. I don't have an underlying physical health issue causing me to gain weight. I stopped meal planning and prepping. I stopped exercising. I stopped feeling like I had control over my life. Yes, I know that I do not need to control every single detail of my life.
The pictures above you thing should be swapped, but they are in chronological order. The one on the left is 2 years ago...and the one on the right about 3 weeks ago.
Well, let's recap what happened since I hit my goal weight (150#): my marriage came to an end, I had to adjust to single parenting/co-parenting, I gave up my gym membership, I moved, I started a new job, my divorce was finalized, and I ran into financial issues. This all caused me to lose focus on my health, physically and mentally.OK, so I had a lot going on...but that is no excuse. And, I am very ashamed of myself, because I have always truly had the control my food, drink, and exercise. You may think I am being hard on myself, but I am not. I am not, because I am the one to blame for this transformation. Just like I was responsible for losing 61 pounds. No one told me what to eat or not eat and what exercises to do when I was losing weight. That was all me. No one forced me to stop meal planning and prepping or exercising. Again, all me.
About a year ago, I was talking to a friend about how I was gaining late. She was quick to blame a friend who I had been hanging out with. We would go out for a bite to eat and drinks about once a week. He never forced me to order fries or cocktails. That was what I ordered.
Recently, we were talking about it again. She was quick to say that I am gaining because of my new love. He has very little to do with the weight I have gained in the past two months. If anything, he is encouraging and supportive of a healthy lifestyle, because that is his goal too.So, what am I going to do to turn another 180*? I am going to take back control. First, the girls (my daughters) are going to have to suck up and eat what I make for meals. We need to dial in the convenience foods (going out to eat and kiddie foods). I need to plan and prep healthful meals for my family and me. I need to exercise daily. I have the tools through Beachbody to do this - support, encouragement, and health programs. Just as I am a coach to others, I have a coach and a network of awesome coaches to help me.