Happy Sunday! I am in the midst of prepping for my week ahead. I have to say, I am not really thrilled for tomorrow to be Monday, but in reality I don’t think anyone really is. I only worked Thursday and Friday last week due to vacation so the thought of having a full work week is kind of daunting. I took a mini-vacay to Florida with my cousin to visit our grandparents. I left last Saturday morning and I strategically planned the vacation so it would be the day after my challenge group ended, not because I wanted to eat trash over vacation but because I started the challenge group and I sure as heck was going to finish it (I’ll touch later on my final results)!
All through middle school, high school, and even into college I was a cheerleader. To say I took it seriously may be an understatement. Cheerleading was my life and I constantly strived to be the best athlete I could be. I was in the gym 6-7 days a week for years; I would go to tumbling class, take group fitness classes, run, cardio, etc. What I ate did not matter because I was burning hundreds and sometimes thousands of calories, I was lean, and my muscles were cut. Looking back though, my relationship with food was horrible and eating better without a doubt would’ve made me a better athlete. Fast forward to later college years when I was on my own, own apartment, had a job and internship and my bad relationship with food continued because I had the mindset that it didn’t matter what I ate and it’s what I was used to. I didn’t work out because I frankly did not care. When I got home I was exhausted and rightfully so, in my defense, because I had a lot of 12+ hour days. In hindsight I was lazy and should’ve made eating right and exercise a priority.
It wasn’t until December 2016 I realized I needed to make a change. I felt lousy about myself. I hated the way I looked and would sometimes cry because I hated the way I looked. I finally came to the point where I knew what I wanted and nothing was going to stop me. I am proud to say that there’s been very few eating and exercise mistakes since then. I go to the gym pretty religiously and typically my eating is on point. When I went to Florida I had Chick-fil-a, I ate ice cream, and I had pizza the other night. However, my slip ups don’t bother me as much anymore because I know I am still on track and the next meal is my chance to make it right again. I sit here typing and my entire body is sore from my workout yesterday. The saying “I’d rather be sore than sorry” is my new mantra because I know that the only person I’m competing with is me. I can look at myself every day and know that I am better than I was yesterday and tomorrow I’ll be even better.
This month I am committed to have ZERO cheat meals. In Mid Jan-Mid Feb I did a challenge group with my gym that re-established my relationship with food. I was strict with the challenge group and I second guessed myself every night thinking I was missing something/didn’t actually eat as good as I had written in my diary tracker but I did and my relationship with food has been reaffirmed. I am so excited with the progress I made and it not only reset my body but more importantly my mind. Instead of just dreaming about the body I want I started making goals. I need firm deadlines to work towards and I recount on them when I workout and even throughout my day.
Challenge group results: -7lbs, -10 inches!! Gone and never coming back!
2017 is my year to make it happen and not only has my lifestyle change made me better physically but I believe is the sole driver of what has made me a more positive and caring person. My relationships with people and God are so much stronger and my outlook in general is much more clear. I know what direction I am going with my body , with my job, and life and I couldn’t be more proud. I am a priority to myself and the love I have for ME is being restored.