Let's go way back. I've always been quite small. I came into the world at 6 lb 2 oz, and was a petite little kid. Pre-pubescence hit around age nine, and despite my mom having to buy me a training bra in Florida after seeing me in a bathing suit, (which lead to me trying to learn how to put on said bra in the back of a rental car - ha!) I gained a few pounds in the chest area but not really anywhere else.
Then I had a growth spurt, which made me the tallest girl in my class for about a month. My height plateaued at 5'3'', where I am today. In grade six I weighed 80 lbs and I graduated high school at 100 lbs. I was never much into sports, except for playing baseball in Little League and a few years of intramural volleyball (go Champlain).
The year I started physio school (university year three), I gained 15 pounds in the first few months, likely due to stress and my previous summer job having messed up my metabolism (shift work sucks). It took until the next fall to burn that off, which was done by eating more sensibly (i.e. not taking three desserts in meal hall). When I graduated university, I was 105 lb.
My first year with a real job was also the first time I started working out regularly. I joined the local gym and went every day after work. I learned I liked the elliptical and stair master but hated treadmills. I also liked weight training but hated step aerobics. I think it's really important not to try to force yourself to do something for fitness that you don't enjoy, but to try lots of different things. I joined a learn to run group, but realized it wasn't for me. I was happiest at the gym, working out independently, where I could set my own pace, turn on my Discman (I'm that old), and focus on a healthy balance of weights and cardio. I bopped along like this for several years and kept my weight fairly steady at 112 lbs. There were times when I'd visit the gym almost daily, and times where I'd skip entire weeks without setting foot in the place.
Then one day, I decided to try a spin class at the gym and I fell in love. I gradually built up to doing three one-hour spin classes a week, which was great because that was definitely all the cardio I needed and kept my legs toned too. I could focus all my weight training on my arms, which is what I liked best anyway. I still stayed at 112 lbs.
I moved to Vancouver for a few months in 2011 and walked everywhere. I even took to running on the Seawall occasionally and bought some rollerblades. Okay, I only rollerbladed three times, but I am still looking for a patient person to learn with me! Unfortunately, I had to be on prednisone during my time in Vancouver, which caused some weight gain and the sense of always being hungry. I was just under 120 lbs when I moved back to Nova Scotia.
When I came back from Vancouver, I discovered Beachbody programs. The first one I tried was P90X. I made it through the program but I wasn't very dedicated with the schedule. I'd skip days and even skip certain workouts if I didn't feel like doing that particular one. I also tried Brazil Butt Lift (hated it), Insanity (wanted to cry every day), Focus T25 (pretty good - finished it before Jamaica in 2013), and P90X2 (hated it).
Last spring when our wedding was in sight and I need some serious toning, I tried P90X3. I was leery of it as I hated X2 with a passion, but wanted to give it a go. X3 turned out to be "my program". I got up every morning before work (which is NOT easy for me) and pressed play. I found it to be the perfect combo of cardio and weights with lots of body-resistance, yoga, and pilates too. I think I started at 115 lbs and ended up at 110 lbs for the wedding. Not a huge loss (nor was I looking for one), but I felt super-healthy and toned. I should also mention that I bought 12 Ultra Slimfast chocolate shakes that I drank just twice per week as a liquid lunch for six weeks before the wedding.
After the wedding, we moved into the new house, which was amazing and exciting, but not set up for me to continue with my work-outs right away. I felt like I needed to give myself a bit of a break, but my intended one-month break turned into several months. Throw Christmas and a wicked sweet tooth into the mix and it's a recipe for disaster.
As I write this, I'm almost in tears, as I told myself for this post that I would step on the scale and take a photo of what it said. So, I did ... three minutes ago.
I am right now officially the heaviest I have ever weighed in my life, and it's only four months after the wedding, where I was so happy with my fitness! How did this happen? How did I gain eleven pounds in four months? Oh yeah, being lazy and eating junk. I should have known, as I'm actively avoiding wearing certain pants due to an uncomfortable waistband. I have way too much invested in my wardrobe to have to buy new stuff!
Last week, I started Piyo, another Beachbody program. I think I will do Piyo and then another round of P90X3. I'm testing out Shakeology to see if I can tolerate it.
My goal is to be back to 112 lbs by July 17, 2015.
If you've stuck with me til the end, thank you for reading. I realize that I'm still well within a healthy weight for my height and that I certainly don't have a "weight problem", but right now I'm just disappointed in myself and wanted to be honest. The first step to making change is admitting it needs to happen, right?
How are you doing with your health and fitness?
Bye bye - I"m off to press play!