Facebook kindly reminded me that today was my 8 year anniversary of reaching my ‘goal weight’ and maintaining it. I have talked a lot about under-eating on my blog and social media, but today, I wanted to talk about my over-eating past struggles.
During college, I followed the Atkins diet for the most part. I worked out regularly, ate gallons of ‘carb free’ ice cream and jars upon jars of peanut butter. Because I was active and ate some healthy food, I stayed pretty lean. However, during this time, my migraines were out of control and my energy would slump so low that I would fall asleep while driving home. I would have to roll my windows down or pull over just to stay awake. My binging was just beginning.
My senior year of college, I had finished competing in Miss Oklahoma prelims and for the first time, I let myself ‘be a normal college kid.’ I ate McDonalds. I ate pizza. I ate as many carbs as I wanted. And it caught up with me! I gained some weight, but I wasn’t too concerned.
After graduating OSU, I moved to Edmond with two other girls. I ate pasta almost every night, oatmeal or granola every morning, and a PB&J for lunch. Protein and veggies were non-existent during this time. I also drank Diet Dr. Pepper like it was water.
I kept gaining weight and somehow my size 2 jeans became size 8 and size 10. Something was so wrong, but I was so unhappy on the inside that I just kept eating.
I met my now husband during this time. He didn’t care one bit about the size of my jeans or that I used to be skinny and tiny. He loved me for me. He loved me for my silly quirks and all my antics. We started eating dinner together almost nightly and our menus consisted of delicacies like macaroni and cheese, entire loaves of french bread, Twizzlers, frozen pizza, and lots and lots of ice cream.
When we got married, I wore a size 10-12. It was the largest I had ever been, but because of my past struggles with starving myself, I had not stepped on a scale in years. I had no clue how much I weighed. I was happy and in love.
Soon after this, several girls from work decided to join Weight Watchers. I remember walking into the first weigh-in and sweating from nerves. Would this trigger my anorexic days? I remember thinking, I don’t have much weight to lose, maybe 10 pounds?
I stepped on the scale and it read 174 pounds. I will never forget that day.
This was the day I changed my life. I came home and read my information until l could teach anyone the principals of Weight Watchers. My husband was so sweet and supportive during this time (and still is!). He encouraged me and helped me reach my goals. Over the next 8 months, I lost 40 pounds. It didn’t happen overnight. It was weeks of 1 or 2 pounds at a time. But I DID IT!
It’s been 8 years since I reached my ‘goal weight’ with Weight Watchers and I’ve lost even more weight since then and gained a whole lot of muscle, strength, speed, endurance and CONFIDENCE! I have had two babies and lost the baby weight both time (plus some)! Heck, I have walked on stage in a swimsuit and heels multiple times in front of hundreds of people!
I don’t care where you are today. You can do it, too! You can eat so much yummy food and enjoy desserts occasionally. You can change your life. Love yourself enough to try stepping out of your comfort zone and eating whole real foods.