Normally, I am the last person to post about weight loss, diets, exercise routines, or anything involving health and fitness, really. I don’t think it really helps, but maybe I’m wrong. I mean, here I am writing a blog post about it. Silly Keyla.
Prologue to this ‘health and fitness’ post:
I have never really been the ‘fat girl’ ever. I’ve always been a little bigger at my waist than everyone else, was always a little slower during running drills than my team mates, but I was the strongest, or the tallest, or the most badass, so I never thought it was an issue. I always got pretty decent times on the Mile Run in high school, even though I hated it, and I was always fit enough to not the last one done with conditioning, but I was often second-to-last. I never threw up or anything, but I was the first to show I was sweating. I was healthy ENOUGH, but I wasn’t healthy.
Here’s where this post gets hard. I’m spilling details that girls don’t normally talk about. Here it goes. I started college at around 180 lbs. For a girl at 5’8″ I looked great, and I was solid muscle. Then the Freshman Fifteen came. Then the Sophomore Twenty. At the beginning of my Junior Year, I weighed almost 215. Luckily, I lost the twenty when I lived abroad in Denmark and biked every day, ate healthier food, and lived a better lifestyle. When I began Seminary, I was 195 lbs. I weighed myself at the beginning of my journey this year, and I was at 211. Instead of a healthy 180, I feel rumbly, and unhappy about my body. My weight gain is in different places this time rather than college where it was all tummy. Now, it’s arms, legs, and tummy. I don’t look bad, honestly. My pants are tight and my shirts look weird. But I know for a fact that I am beautiful inside and out. This isn’t a diet; I am set to take back my lifestyle, and make changes that will last for good. This ‘heavy-set hourglass’ is going to be even better.
So, I started full-time at the job I was part-time at for the last two years. My boss is on sabbatical, and I get to take his place while he’s gone. (How cool is that, by the way?!) So, I decided awhile back I wasn’t going to let myself be a “go to work every day and get fat because I sit at a desk” kind of person for the summer. Instead, I decided that twice a week, I would make the journey to the church, a normally 20-30 minute car drive, by bike. BICYCLE.
Now, I’ve been thinking about getting back into biking since the day I left Denmark 2 1/2 years ago. Des Moines, IA is not really that bike-friendly, even though I have friends who bike every day. There’s just something about biking down East 14th in Rush Hour that scares the hell out of me. However, I moved for grad school to Minnesota in August 2013, and the Twin Cities, Minneapolis in particular, are among the top bike-friendly cities in the USA.
For proof, look here: http://experience.usatoday.com/weekend/story/my-weekend-experience/2014/07/01/10-best-cities-for-biking/11894665/
…and here: http://www.bicycling.com/rides/adventure-guide/bicyclings-top-50
Since I have now lived in the Twin Cities for two years, I am WAY overdue to get on board with this. So, this year in April or so, I used part of my student loan refund check (I know I’m not supposed to, but hey) and bought myself a cute little Schwinn bike, and Robins Egg Blue helmet to go with it’s cuteness.
Since then, I have been building up my biking endurance and my strength to be able to make my work commute across St. Paul happen. I ride to the bar on Fridays when the softball team goes to have drinks and burgers; I biked with my fiance just a few weeks ago. I have even started a diet plan with BeachBody to ensure that I am getting what nutrients and helpful pointers that I need to push my body. On June 8th, I began the 21 day challenge. I have slipped up, had a cheat meal or two, and missed days of workouts. One day just last week I went way too hard and was sore for the next two days. I won’t get on the scale until I feel my pants fitting looser, I won’t measure myself until I know that inches are gone, and I will continue to push myself until I am at a healthy weight and feel really good about my body. I don’t want to be model thin. I would look weird. This Iowa corn-fed girl isn’t meant to be a stick.
Goal: Size 10 or 12 pants, as long as I am comfortable (I wore a 12 even in high school), and let’s be honest, women’s sizes are stupid so I could range from 8-14 and it’s all the same.
Shirt: Medium for universal fit. I have broad shoulders and a big bust, so medium is just fine with me! Ladies size will be a large because women are not shaped the same.
Furthermore, this girl has to look good in a wedding dress in just over a year, so please encourage me, scold me if I’m pigging out, and if you are a fitness person, don’t hesitate to talk to me, because I’m a n00b and I don’t know anything about what I’m doing, other than the basics that I know about anatomy and stuff from first aid and being a doctors kid my whole life.
Thanks for listening to me drone on about this. My Beachbody coach encourages us to talk about all this so that we have a strong network and support group for us along the way.