When I was 15 years old, I weighed the most that I will ever weigh. I knew I needed to change, but I wasn’t sure how. I didn’t know what to do, or how to do it, and frankly, I wasn’t motivated to do anything to change my life. What a task—changing your whole life.
I wasn’t happy with who I was. I didn’t like the person who looked back at me in the mirror.
I tried a lot of different things: different diets, Jenny Craig—which worked for a summer—but nothing was sticking with me. I always relapsed; I stopped caring, and I stopped trying.
Until one day when I cared a lot.
Everyone always asks what the secret is, and here’s the thing: there is no secret. One day something in me snapped, and I realized I had to change the way I was living.
So I did just that; I changed the way I was living.
I started off by going to the gym 3-4 days a week. Once that became routine, I started eating better. Lots of vegetables and fruits. Less eating out. That eventually evolved further into paying very close attention to serving size and portion control.
I started using Weight Watchers to stay accountable to myself.
Now, however many years later, from the point when I was my heaviest, I have lost about 140 pounds. Somewhere along the way, though, this whole thing became less and less about wanting to lose weight and simply feel better… and became a lot more about wanting to be healthy and fit.
I have grown to really love running and working out. It wasn’t always something I could do, but now that I can do it, I can’t get enough of it.
I love races. I’ve done 5ks, 10ks, and on June 2nd, 2012 I completed my very first triathlon (I even podiumed!).
This journey is just beginning. It’s one that’s going to last a lifetime, and for the first time… that thought doesn’t completely terrify me.