Friday, May 13, 2011
So, I thought I was doing OK. My clothes still fit and no one commented that I was gaining weight. Holy smokes was I delusional. I gained 30 pounds from the steroids, the less than strict diet and and a complete lack of fitness.
I GAINED 30 Pounds! Most of it in the past 2 months. I sort of gave up completely when they put me on the week dose of steroids and my face puffed up like a balloon.
I am one of those sad, sick people who LOVE working out. I feel better when I do it. When I injured my knee, I was running 4 miles a day. Now, I am lucky if I can make it 5 minutes into 30 Day Shred without tears rolling down my face from the pain.
But I can't be fat again. I won't be fat again. I started walking a lot the past few months. One of the many perks of working on a Big 10 campus. Mass amounts of space between places. 1/2 mile walks to class from the office. I was forced out of sloth.
I am now working out at the campus gym (apparently I could have been going all of 2011 for free...someone should have told me!) and let me tell you - there are indoor and outdoor pools, every cardio machine possible, weights of every kind and a track. Now, I have no excuse. On a bad day I can just walk the track, I can swim. I can do low impact cardio on a bike or an elliptical. I am getting my body back and I am refusing to accept being fat.
If I lose 45 more pounds (just 15 more than my lowest weight), I will be at an ideal weight for my height. If it takes 6 months or 2 years, I will make it happen.
I have a gym membership now, a Wii and some Jillian Michaels DVDs. I have no excuses. Well, except for the fact that wearing pants and moving is excruciatingly painful. I am going to work at the nutrition, cut back on my Starbucks habit (not so easy when it is across the street from our office and the easiest place to take a quick break!) and work out when I can.
I can do this. I can make this happen.