You would think after 17 years of trying to lose the 100
pounds I put on, while pregnant with my first son, minor setbacks are no big
deal. I can just pick up where I left off and keep moving forward. In the past,
I would have to say that is true… but today, 6 months into this journey of
total commitment, the setbacks overwhelm me.
When this journey began, I was 255 and determined to lose
100 pounds. I started with a vengeance. Injured myself and kept going. Wanted
to blog every week about it, but slowed down. I was consistent. Consistent with
eating low calories, consistent with working out. I was losing weight. Slowly,
but losing weight, none the less.
Three months later, I had lost 20 pounds. I was down to 235,
the average weight I have been at for 17 years. I was excited to be back to
ground zero and apprehensive about making a deficit in that number, since it
has been so hard for me. I pushed through, kept going, and staying the course.
Then, as if a huge detour sign was put in front of my face…
my father passed away. Hitting me square between the eyes. I fell into sorrow
and pain. Still, I was determined to stay on course and find an alternate
route. Instead, before I could even take one step, I collapsed in front of the
detour sign, grieved.
It took a few weeks to get up and look for that alternative
route. I walked, did some Zumba, and even some P90X. I ate well, staying around
1200 calories. Patiently enduring the arduous road to recovering my healthy
self. I found an alternate route… got back on track and was elated.
A few more steps and I hit a cliff. A huge ravine between me
and the rest of the way: pneumonia. Really? Is this for real? My body started
to shut down. I slept, coughed, and had an incredible sore throat, body aches,
nausea and fever. I tried to do setups and small exercises, but the exertion
pushed me over the edge. One week passed then two. The symptoms got worse and
the sleeping increased. I couldn’t remember the last time I had been so sick.
Three, four, five weeks passed and now over 6 weeks this
sickness lingered. Morphing from one symptom to the next. Finally a doctor saw
me. Explained the crazy information that I had the symptoms of the H1N1 flu,
that turned into viral pneumonia, but wait there’s more… and that I had a
bacterial sinus infection. So both a virus and a bacteria were attacking my
body at the same time. It was no wonder I was in such pain.
Christmas came and went and I fought through. I was coming
out of the fog by New Years, but the persistent sinus infection continued to
hover over me. By the middle of January, I no longer needed a box of tissues by
me at every moment. The sinus infection finally subsided and I was coming up
out of the ravine of illness. Finally on the other side, 2 months later, I
could breathe.
Still I was not a hundred percent. I was diligent to start exercising
again. I started on the elliptical, inside my house, sit-ups and a little
weight training. I was exhausted after each workout. Only able to do 3 days a
week. After two weeks of pushing through I was finally able to work out without
being completely depleted.
Monday, January 27th, I got on the scale,
determined to make this the week I got back on track. I had not stepped on the
scale for almost 3 months. One foot after the other, I slowly stepped on the scale
that was once my worst enemy. I looked down at the number and saw the number:
220 pounds. I had lost 15 pounds. In the middle of the ravine, I still lost
weight! I realized I had established a habit and my eating was now about
1200-1500 calories a day. In the midst of being the sickest I can ever remember
being, I was still trying to do small workouts!!!
So this week is a new beginning, a new start for me. Instead
of looking at my start weight of 255, my start weight will be 220. I started
the week on the elliptical and did sit ups. Today, I looked outside, saw the
sun beating down on the earth and longed to run. I love to run! I put on my
running shoes, walked outside and ran for the first time in 3 months. I felt
like a bird, who just escaped her cage. I ran and walked, ran and walked for 2
miles.
I came inside, the adrenaline that flooded my body was so
intense that I did not even feel tired. I drank some water, fulfilled. I did
some sit ups a little later and was delighted to be back on track.
Next stop… 215
