In a little over a year, I’ve managed to shed 50 pounds. I’ve reached a level of fitness I’ve never
experienced before. It’s pretty awesome
stuff. The funny thing is, I’m only
getting started.
I hear a lot of “How did you do it?”
I think most people want to hear some miracle product was involved or that
a special pizza-and-chocolate diet got me where I am now. Sorry, all.
It was nutrition and hard work.
Nothing else could put me where I am now or get me where I’m going.
For those who want the real skinny (pun intended), here’s how it
happened.
A Personal History
Metabolically speaking, I had a charmed childhood and adolescence. I burned calories without bothering. In fact, I was underweight, not reaching 100
pounds during high school. I ate without
care and gorged on junk food.
Exercise? Not if I could avoid
it.
Had I looked closely at my parents and their pictures as children, I would have seen the same
thing. It was when they reached their
late twenties that the weight came on.
The same happened to me. By the
time I married at the age of 29, I was 135 pounds. Entrenched in bad diet habits, I kept eating
and the weight kept coming.
By the time I got pregnant 10 years later, I was up to 175 pounds. I tipped the scale at 205 when my son was
born. I dropped the pregnancy weight
plus a few pounds, dropping to 166. Over
the next 2 years, I rocketed back up to 196.
My blood pressure started to get ugly and I knew I was in trouble.
Horrified by my weight, I allowed very few pictures of myself to be taken.
You can get an idea of how bad it got by the size of my arms in this shot.
I am also wearing my wedding band on my pinkie because it no longer fit my ring finger.
I took up walking three miles every other day. I also got into kettlebell workouts. I kept an eye on my caloric intake. I was thrilled to get down to 150 pounds and
looked forward to weighing even less. My
author picture at the top of this blog was taken at that time, so you can see I
looked halfway decent. Here's another picture taken around this time period:
Then I had a really awful winter during which I fought back-to-back
rounds of strep throat, ear infections, and bronchitis. I came close to pneumonia. I spent almost two months flat on my
back. Exercise fell by the wayside. Once I got better, I did not go back to
it. In no time I was eating crap again
and not working it off. I went up to 185
pounds and became a size 12.
The First Phase: Couch to 5K
Just before ringing in 2013, my hubby said, “I need to take weight off. I’m going to try this running program called Couch to 5K. You in?”
Running? Me? I hadn’t run since the one-mile requirement
in middle school. Just chasing my son a
few feet left me huffing and puffing.
Was he kidding?
Yet I knew from experience that when one spouse is trying to lose
weight, the actions of the other spouse can make all the difference. I wanted to be supportive, but I had the
distinct feeling I wasn’t going to last long at this running thing. Still, I said I’d try. We set off to achieve our goal of completing
a 5K in 9 weeks.
Good heavens. I thought I’d fall
over and die that first day. The program
starts with running 1 minute and then walking 90 seconds and alternating until
30 minutes are up. It didn’t sound so
bad until I was actually doing it. I was
in hell. At the end of that first
session I told Peter, “Let’s never do this again.”
But we did. There was much
grouching and grumbling, especially from me.
Then one of my knees blew out with only two weeks left until the goal of
running 30 minutes straight was achieved.
Peter kept running. I settled for
walking when I was able. Two months
later, I started running again. This
time I got within one week of running 30 minutes when the knee went again. Another month of recuperating went by.
By that time I loved running.
Yes, as hard as it is to believe I am writing this, I LOVED running. I couldn’t wait for that bad joint to get to
the point where I could do it again.
When I could, I cut my running from three times to twice a week, hoping
to avoid another blowout. It
worked. Late October, I ran five
kilometers. I continue to run twice a
week, and I’m now working on cutting my time down.
The Second Phase: Fitbit
Around April of last year after seeing good results from our 5K project,
Hubby was pretty gung-ho about taking off weight. He researched and found the Fitbit.com site. It measures progress for those who join,
aided by gadgets that count steps, calories burned, and miles covered. We both opted for the Zip device to measure
our daily numbers. The site also issued
challenges to walk 10,000 steps/5 miles a day.
It tracked what we ate. It told
us when we were over our calorie budgets for our weight-loss goals.
On days I didn’t run, I made sure I walked those 5 miles. Weight was peeling off me now at a safe,
steady pace. Fitbit also prompted us to
count calories. Peter was definitely not
in the mood to fudge his numbers.
(Fudge! Oh, nevermind.) He bought a food scale and measured everything
to the gram. He took over all the
cooking because he knows what a lazy ballparking creature I tend to be. How’s that for a perk!
The Third Phase: Burn the Fat, Feed the Muscle
By the end of the year, Peter had met his weight-loss goal. I was about 8 pounds away from mine. Things were looking rosy, but I was beginning
to worry. What came next? I’d conquered the 5K, trimmed down to a size
6, and I was soon to hit that magic number of 130 on the scales. I know me...once I made it to my goal, there
was the danger of saying “I’m done! Pass
the wings.” Then I’d be back where I’d
started, or worse.
I started looking around for motivation. I knew I needed to get into some strength
training to be really fit. I don’t want
to look like Ah-nold the Governator by any means, but I did want to tone
up. At the tender age of 46, I’ve got
those old-lady droopy arms and a lower ab pooch from having a 9 lb, 6.6 oz
child nearly 8 years ago. I still have
work to do.
Searching around led me to the book Burn the Fat, Feed the Muscle by Tom Venuto, a trainer and bodybuilding
pro. I found a lot more than just tips
on bicep curls. This was a whole fitness
program that hits the four main areas of getting fit: motivation, nutrition, cardio, and strength
training. It’s become my bible for
fitness.
I’m already seeing results, though I’ve got a way to go before I hit my
new goals. That underarm flab is
disappearing, as is my baby belly. My
abs, arms, and legs are actually showing some definition after less than a
month of being on this program. I’m
wearing size 4-6, depending on the designer, my waist is down to 29.5 inches, and
I’m at 25% body fat, which isn’t that bad.
I’m excited to see what happens in the next few months.
Bathing suit ready!
The Take Away
I’m glad Peter pushed me into getting started with that Couch to 5K,
though I thought it was the most horrendous thing in the world for the first
few weeks. Doing just that one thing
created a domino effect: gains in that
area led to trying another level of fitness, then another, and so on...and now
I feel like I qualify as a fitness junkie.
Had I done everything all at once in the beginning, I think I might have given up a
couple of months into training. But
adding one thing at a time did the trick.
I didn’t get overwhelmed and found myself actually motivated to push to
the next level. I’m even planning to ask
for a gym membership for my birthday.
Who, me? Hell yeah!
