Thursday, October 17, 2013
I use to be addicted to food. What does that mean? It means EVERYTHING i did revolved around food. Friends are coming over...what should I cook and bake? Meeting up with friends...where are we going to eat? Lets watch a movie...what size popcorn should i get? Every emotion triggered my making multiple trips to the kitchen. God i love food...I still do. But just because something is good, does NOT mean that it is good for you. Too much of anything can be dangerous.
I don't really know why it happened or even how it happened, but sometime about seven weeks ago I decided to make another change. I've always worked out. And for the first 9 months all i had to do was move and still eat junk and the weight came off. All be it was 55ish pounds, but i didn't have to work hard at it. When you go from being a couch potato to actually moving your butt, the weight can come off pretty easily. THEN my body got used to the moving...my food intake did not change. So for the next year i stayed right where i was at until seven weeks ago.
I needed to refocus and REALLY learn what it meant to live a healthier lifestyle. Its not all about moving. It's about what we fuel our bodies with. I wholeheartedly, now, believe that what we eat makes ALL The difference in our efforts.
For so long i would eat anything I wanted and then head out to the gym. Pizza, burgers, icecream, chips...you name it and i probably loved it. I enjoy cooking and my passion is baking. This was and still is my greatest challenge. I had to reprogram my brain. I took to the computer and found ways to swap my high fat, high calorie, high carb recipes for recipes with lower fat/calorie and carb dishes while still keeping the great taste. It's like everything else in life, if you want the good stuff you need to work for it. It won't just be handed to you. You need to earn it.
As far as my fitness goes, i practically walk every day. No less then 3 miles and upwards of 18 miles on a given day. Walking is free (except for the fitted shoes). It was what got me started almost 2 years ago. I can easily remember my first ever 5k. It was TORTUROUS! I came in last...dead last! I mean the awards were given out and the ONLY people still there were my two friends and the clean up crew...and the 70+ year old man that rode the golf cart next to me encouraging me to keep on going. Everything in me wanted to just stop and cry. But i kept on going...i needed to prove to myself that i could do it. My pride was hurt (yes, women have pride too) but i did it. And after that i kept on walking.
Seven weeks ago things changed...
I needed more. I needed my body to feel a different kind of pounding. So i asked a friend if i could join her on her training runs. So i started running...slowly, but a runner is a runner REGARDLESS ff their speed. WOW...who knew that running could be my next love. BUT i had to be logical. I'm still in my training for the 3 Day event which calls for ONLY walking. So i ran on my off walking days. Once the 3 Day event is over and i've rested, I will be training to run my next events.
One week ago things changed...
After completing an 18.49 mile day and a 15.76 mile day back to back (per my training) i ended up with a blister of all blisters. The doctor told me to stop my training for 7 to 10 days in order for my foot to heal. I could do other things, but i could not do anything that would cause my full weight or friction on the ball of my foot. So i took to the stationary bike and to weight lifting.
Weight lifting and kettlebells...i've dabbled with them all before. BUT this time something happened. Can a woman really fall in love with weight lifting and kettlebells? You bet your sweet bottom she can! It wasn't so much the weights and bells themselves..it was the sweat dripping down my face and chest that i loved. It was the way my legs and thighs would feel the next day. It's the way my arms, back and shoulders would react to such a thing. It was all so...magical!
So i swapped a food addiction for a fitness addiction. As i stated before too much of a good thing could be bad. I tend to over-do and dive right in to whatever passion is on my plate. The effects of the changes i've made are inspiring to me. While the scale is FINALLY moving in the right direction, i'm more tantalized by the changes in my body. The scale is not my tell-all...it's the woman in the mirror that I am starting to fall in love with..as if i just met her for the first time...I'm starting to really love me and that is the biggest victory of them all.