I’ve been struggling with what to write about lately, to be completely honest. I haven’t had any crazy online dating horror stories to tell you about, the Packers aren’t playing (WHYYYYYY), I haven’t gone anywhere exciting (I’m coming for you, Ireland ...) I’ve been working (a LOT), working out (a LOT more than normal) and just livin’ life. Since working out and getting healthy have become more of a main focus in my life, I thought it might be fun to write about once and awhile. I know not all of you wonderful peeps that read my rambles care about healthy living – and that’s okay – but I do, so … I should probably talk about it! 🙂
Just a little back story – I grew up being pretty thin and never really had to worry about weight. I’ve always had some “junk in the trunk” (thank you, paternal genes!) but never had anything to worry about. I was extremely active in high school, did competitive cheerleading and would still eat McDonalds almost every day. I wasn’t eating healthy, but I burned so many calories that it didn’t matter. In fact, I remember one of my friends getting mad at me my freshman year of high school because she was whining about her “love handles” and I was like, “what’s a love handle??” I honestly had no idea, but she got REAL PISSED because “Skinny Jessie doesn’t even have to worry about love handles!” Oh, sweetie. I’ve got some of those right now, don’t you worry.
Once cheerleading ended and the summer before my freshman year of college hit, I slowly put on a little weight. How do I know this? I had a shitty boyfriend at the time that would make mention that I was getting fat and told me his friends noticed. Told me that maybe I should only have a little bit of pasta and he’d eat the rest (mostly, he was just shallow and a piece of work … but hey). Once he and I broke up, I lost quite a bit of weight.
But then it started creeping on once I hit junior year of college. At the time, I had an undiagnosed thyroid condition (hypothyroidism), but I can’t blame it all on that. I went to wing night (plus booze) on Tuesdays (AFTER DINNER), went to $1 burger night (plus booze) on Wednesdays, got $5 fishbowls (basically juice + booze in a half pitcher) on Thursdays and then Friday/Saturday was just normal “going out” night in college. Oh, and Taco Bell. PUH-LEASE. And spaghettios. And booze. And mountain dew. And hamburger helper. And booze. Did I mention booze?
After college I moved to Milwaukee and was around my skinny mini boyfriend all the time who could seriously eat 3,000 million calories a day and not gain any weight. So, what did I do? Assumed I could do the same. They finally found my thyroid condition which helped me not GAIN any extra weight due to metabolism, but it didn’t help me lose what I had gained AND didn’t help me figure out my eating issues.
Once my boyfriend and I broke up (a little over three years ago now) I moved out on my own and started working on ME. The weight fell off at first, but then would come back and go away and come back and go away … I didn’t stick to anything, but I still lost about 25 lbs between then and now. I started taking picture of myself (hashtag selfie) which for me was insane. Instead of hiding from the camera, I was pulling it out (maybe a bit too much, but who cares) and taking them because I FELT pretty. I FELT happy. I loved me. Something I hadn’t had in a really long time – maybe ever.
I’d still like to lose at least 10-15 more pounds, but I’m more focused on getting healthy and gaining some muscle as well. My goals are to stick to drinking AdvoCare’s Spark (instead of soda), maybe try out a few of their other products as well and stick to working out and lifting weights. I’ve been eating healthier, but not being SO strict on myself that it’s ridiculous. Am I losing weight? Not as fast as I’d like. A half pound here … a pound here … a pound weight gain here … I’m at a plateau right now, so I’m hoping the heavy weights will help me get past that.
So, that’s my rambling for today. Am I fully confident in my body? Eff no. I’ve got things to tighen up, a bloated stomach to tone down and some stretch marks that remind me of how much booze/fun I had in college. I’ll never be perfect – that’s not the point. The point is I’m working on it, and I’m proud of myself for doing that. 🙂
What about you? Any of you have weight loss or get healthy story?