How I took control of my health and how you can too.

I stood there looking in the mirror, and tears started to fill my eyes. “You’re disgusting…” I muttered to myself. I quickly showered and then found the baggiest clothes I could hide in. I felt ashamed in my sweat pants and old high school-aged t-shirts. 

Should I have dressed better? Maybe I would have felt better, right? 

I gathered myself and headed for the store. I searched the racks and picked out clothes I loved, then strutted to the dressing rooms.

I spotted myself in that enormous mirror, and my smile faded. 

I turned my back to the mirror and peeled off my stained-up clothes. I slipped into the new clothes I had picked and anxiously turned to look. 

Disappointment set in. 

The clothes that I loved so much on the hanger made me feel disgusting when I wore them. They showed every lump and bump. I took them off, put my oversized clothes back on, and rushed from the store with tear-filled eyes. 

This was my reality before I made a decision that changed my life forever. 

Excuses and resentment.

I tried tackling workout programs in the past but failed to follow through every time.

My mind was racing as I lay in bed that night. I kept saying to myself, “30 minutes…. 30 damn minutes.” For 30 minutes a day, I could feel better about myself. Why the hell couldn’t I do that? 

Well, in reality, I could. But I kept making excuses. 

“Oh, I didn’t eat much today, so I don’t need to work out.”

“My back hurts too bad to work out.” 

“I need to get some sleep. I can make it up tomorrow.”

But I never made it up. In fact, those excuses led me to a downhill spiral every time. 

After making one excuse, I would find more. Before I knew it, I wasn’t working out at all, and I went back to eating like garbage. I continued packing on more weight.

I was always exhausted and unmotivated. My anxiety and depression felt unbearable.

I hated feeling the need to hide my body from my husband. I resented the person looking back at me in the mirror. 

I was sick of this feeling, and I knew I needed to change! 

Let the journey begin.

When I woke up the next morning, I spoke to my husband about what I had been thinking. I told him I wanted to change our diet and I wanted to start exercising. 

He was so supportive and seemed eager to help me on this long journey. 

Diet came first. I know that word can make a lot of people run for the hills. Myself, included!

But “dieting” doesn’t have to suck. I don’t count calories, and I don’t starve myself. 

I simply eat three healthy yet delicious meals six days per week. On the seventh day, I give myself a cheat day. 

We decided to do this as a family because it seemed more sustainable. I couldn’t give up ALL sweets forever. We all need to indulge sometimes. 

Next came the exercise.

I decided to start with Tony Horton’s P90. A 90-day program with three different “levels” and three routines on each level. You do each level for four weeks. 

My first day of exercise rolled around and I thought I was dying. 

I couldn’t breathe. I kept dropping out. I couldn’t complete a single move. It was discouraging and frustrating. But I finished the whole video doing what I could.

Three weeks later, I was busting through those videos like it was nothing.

I worked out six days per week, taking day seven to recover and prepare for the following week. I refused to miss a day. 

Also…rest day happened to fall on cheat day, which was a nice bonus.

90 days later.

Final weigh-in day. I stepped on the scale, worried it might bear some bad news. I looked down anxiously and…..

I was 15 pounds down!!!! 

I was ecstatic. I had FINALLY finished my first workout program. 

And this time, I was going to keep going and stick with it. 

I jumped head-first into my next program. P90X3….. HOLY CRAP.

My first day of the program had me wondering how I was going to make it. It was 10 times harder than P90. 

I remembered the promise I made to myself and I refused to quit.

I grew stronger and stronger with every workout I tackled. I always felt super proud every time I put that tiny little checkmark. I kept showing up every day for MYSELF.

I learned while working through this program that there are NO excuses. 

You can make excuses happen, or you can make results happen. You can NOT do both. 

For example, in the middle of my program, we decided to take a vacation to see my parents and grandparents.

My exercise came with me. 

I never accepted excuses from myself, and always had the highest standards. And it was paying off.

My friends started to take notice. One of my best friends eventually came to me for advice on starting her weight loss journey. She took my advice and started seeing incredible results herself.

Starting from scratch.

I had managed to lose over 40 pounds before I got pregnant with our last daughter. 

My plan was to keep working out through my pregnancy. Sometimes plans don’t work out, though.

I ended up with hyperemesis gravidarum (HG) and couldn’t get off the couch for months. Once I started to feel human again, I restarted my program. I, unfortunately, had some problems with spotting and my doctor told me to hold off on exercise for a while. 

I was heartbroken. Giving up my exercise was hard, but I wanted our little one to be safe. 

I gained a lot of weight with her, and despite being pregnant, I felt ashamed of my body. 

It took 2 weeks to recover after Harper was born. Then it was time to jump back in! I may NOT have asked my physician for advice here. I was too excited!

Partnering up.

The friend who asked for advice before had recently given birth as well. She was recovering from post-natal complications, but she wanted to get back in shape as much as I did. 

So we got together and came up with our own “recovery” program! We put YouTube videos together and worked our way through a custom program. We were back on this journey together. 

Now, we have completed three other programs, and we are working our way through our fourth. We will finish this one on New Year’s Eve!

A new life.

I feel amazed at what I’ve accomplished. I finally have some control over my life. I’ve gained confidence and no longer avoid mirrors.

I no longer hide in baggy, stained clothes. My anxiety and depression are improving one workout at a time.

I am setting an example for my children. 

My life has changed forever. I will never go back to the sad, exhausted person I used to be.

I am now on a mission.

I want to share this lifestyle with as many people as possible. I even became a Beachbody Coach to help other people on their own path. Would you join me?

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