Everyone loves a before and after story so I’ll tell you mine, well, BOTH of mine. That’s right. I’ve had TWO awesome before and after stories that need telling separately to properly understand my current philosophy for health and weight loss. And why I’m so damn adamant about losing weight the RIGHT way. So, behold, my first Before & After…
The “before” I’m showing here actually makes me smile, not cringe, because I remember that moment so well. I’d just given birth 3 days prior to my gorgeous daughter, and I was ecstatic to have my body back, but I was beyond exhausted and felt way in over my head with this precious newborn. I wanted to lose the pregnancy weight but I was already glimpsing that there was so much more to life than what my body looked like (ie: raising this awesome, tiny human being!)
I balanced my mommy time with time at the gym. I used their daycare services and worked out for a glorious 12 minutes that first day before they called my name on the loudspeaker to come change a dirty diaper. But the stretches of “me time” got longer and longer and my intensity increased quickly.
By 9 months postpartum I was back to my pre-pregnancy weight! I was super excited about this and really proud of myself. You’ll have to check out my childhood story of being overweight here to understand why this meant so much to me.
So what’s a girl to do with herself but double down and sign up to compete in a figure competition?? As with all things, I researched it, made my decision, hired a coach and completely immersed myself in my new goal. I worked out for 2+ hours per day, 7 days a week. I got up at an ungodly hour each morning to squeeze in fasted cardio before my little one was up. I meticulously followed my cookie cutter meal plan that I paid way too much for. I counted out my 12 daily almonds. I drank water to appease my starving stomach, as if my body didn’t know that 1,000 calories was way too little for a grown ass woman to live on.
My “after” picture is me at my first competition, on my 30th birthday BTW, when my daughter was 17 months old.
I look freakin’ awesome, amiright?
But here’s the crazy thing: I was the most unhealthy I had ever been in my life, both physically and mentally.
I was utterly exhausted, I hadn’t had my period in more months than I could remember, my hair was falling out, my cravings were through the roof, I couldn’t get to sleep at night even though I desperately wanted rest, I got sick more often than my toddler, I was the leanest I had ever been but the most critical of every roll and bump, my mood was determined by what the scale said each morning, and my sex drive had totally left the building. I’m sure I was a real gem to be around.
So I competed for the last time that same year at a national level show. Three shows and nine long months of extreme dieting. I was so excited to just quit. I was done.
And then the real work began.
And that is the Before & After story you will read in Part 2 coming soon…