Hello Spark People!
I was perusing your page dedicated to weight loss success stories, and I thought that perhaps I don't qualify in the weight loss category (depending on your perspective), but I *DO* qualify in other ways.
I just want you to know that I *AM* a fitness success story.
Last year, April 2nd 2012, I decided to change my life. I decided to aim for eating healthier by tracking what I eat as often as possible and to exercise more. These were my simple goals.
So I came back (again) to SparkPeople.com and started using the very handy tools provided here. I put in my height, weight, age, diet, fitness activities, favorite color, blood type, mothers maiden name and a brief medical history. Ok, I put in about half of those. But you get the idea. I tried to be as thorough as possible.
But I kept being bothered by this one little thing. Goal Weight.
I put a number in there that seemed reasonable. Apparently 150 pounds will mean I'm still fat though. But it wanted a number. But I didn't HAVE a goal WEIGHT. I had other goals.
I wanted to go up and down my stairs at home without being out of breath.
I wanted to be able to bring in the groceries without my arms feeling like they were going to fall off.
I wanted to be able to chase my ferrets around the house without fear of my fat ass losing balance and falling on one of them.
I wanted to have something resembling a waist line.
I wanted to be able to do gardening without my back hurting so much afterwards I couldn't help but cry.
I wanted to be able to once again rock my husbands socks (and pants) off with my impressive flexibility (for a fat chick).
I wanted to sleep longer and more comfortably.
None of these goals were connected to a number.
But there isn't an easy way to measure those without writing a big old blog about them, so here I am.
I started out last Spring slowly but surely. I worked up to doing 5 days a week of at least 45 minutes of physical activity, usually involving me, my living room, my TV, an exercise DVD, some hand weights, and a lot of flopping around and sweating. Over time, the flopping started to look like deliberate and planned moves. I concentrated on paying attention to what I was eating. I aimed for a general range of calories a day, but I didn't stress if I went over or under that amount. I found out that I have 2 bulging discs in my lower back. Strangely, this was a great relief to me, as it gave me a focus on what to do reduce my back pain. I started focusing more on core strength and balance. During this year, I had weeks where I slacked off. I took fitness vacations. I ate whatever I felt like, and didn't work out. But I always came back, and never looked at it as a setback or a failure. Just a break. This change in attitude is the best part about my journey so far.
I go up and down my stairs probably about a dozen times a night, and sometimes I even have a bounce to my step, you could probably accuse me of skipping up the stairs. I'm usually racing a ferret when I do it, and while the only one that I beat is a geriatric ferret, it's still a win!
I proudly carry in grocery bags filled with fresh produce, healthy proteins, unprocessed carbs, and the occasional piece of dark chocolate (a girls gotta live a little). And my arms feel and stay firmly and unquestioningly attached.
My balance has improved so much that sometimes, when no one is looking, I even grab a ferret and dance with it, much to their dismay.
I seem to have a slight indent in the middle of my torso. It just might be a waistline.
I garden and I still hurt afterwards, but more in a well used muscles kind of way.
My husbands socks and pants are occasionally found in the most interesting locations around the house.
I have gone from about 4 hours to 6 hours of sleep a night, without waking up aching.
I have reached *MY* goals. And I have set new ones, I set them every day. I will continue to do so for the rest of my life.
After a year of triumphs and set backs, *I* am a fitness success story!
Consequently, I lost 43 pounds.
Will I ever reach my 'goal' of 150 pounds?
Honestly? I don't care. www.carolaskan.com