This is a continuation post, you can catch the first part at My Story Part 1
While in college, living the college dream pulling all nighters, working, studying, working, working, studying, partying, I inevitably gained some weight back.
Me, 21 years old in my last year of college weighing 150 pounds
After graduating, I moved out to Nova Scotia to live with my then boyfriend (now husband). He’s the most amazing thing that has ever happened to me and I’m grateful for him every day. I’m also very lucky that being healthy and fit is just as important to him as it is to me, his job also requires for him to be in good physical shape, so it’s great inspiration for me to keep myself in order too.
As soon as I was settled, my journey started again. We were eating well, I was exercising regularly and I was the happiest I’d ever been! It didn’t take long for the weight to start falling off again.
22 years old weighing in at about 135 pounds
Things were so good for me! I learned to eat meals when I was hungry and not out of boredom, I was feeling good, clothes were fitting better, and my husband (bf at the time) loved me no matter what size I was. But I still couldn’t stop myself from eating that entire bag of chips at night, and then hating myself for it.
This is when my new found love for nutrition surfaced. I had always had a love for food and cooking in general, but I never focused my cooking on healthy meals. Now I started searching the internet for the healthiest superfoods, diet plans, nutrition information on absolutely everything. I fell in love with healthy nutritious food, and what it could do for my body, I was learning so much in such a short period of time, and I loved every minute of it.
I came across Damy Health’s Bikini Body Program in Spring of 2011, immediately purchased it and I can very confidently say this is exactly what taught me HOW I was supposed to be eating. Balanced meals, every 3 hours, emphasis on lean proteins and vegetables, etc, etc.
While on the program I lost a good 15-20 pounds and it took my to my healthiest and strongest I have ever been in my life, weighing 118 pounds on my wedding day
I’m so grateful for having found that program and learning the best way to feed my body, I still live (and eat) by what it taught me, without being quite so strict.
Then, 10 months ago, in September 2012, this little love of my life happened.
I had a very healthy pregnancy and birth, which I directly relate to being healthy beforehand and staying active during. I gained 34 pounds while I was pregnant, and even though I did remain active, 20 of them stuck around after she was born.
I came home from the hospital weighing 140 lbs, and now, 10 months later am down to 130.
Is this favourable? No. Am I upset about it? No. Do I want to do something about it? Of course, and I am in the process of doing that. (See my post on How I nixed the night time snacking to see how I jumped that hurdle.)
I feed myself very well, with the occasional treat, I am active, and with the exception of being zombie-tired most of the time, I’m extremely happy.
The only thing that has changed health wise since before having my daughter, is I no longer have time to do the hour long sweat sessions or go out for a run whenever I feel the urge. I have, for the most part, failed miserably at scheduling in my workouts and finding the time to get.it.done.
I love to be active, I love being outside, running and weight lifting, yoga, group classes, and I especially love how I feel when I’m able to do all those things. It’s no longer about the number on the scale, it’s about how comfortable I am in my skin, and my quality of life. It’s about being able to play with my daughter, and to be able to show her how fun it is to lead a healthy and active life.
This is the next step in my journey, making the time, and keeping myself accountable to get my workouts in, to enjoy them, and to be grateful that I’m able to do them. While, of course, having as much fun as possible and eating as much gloriously healthful and nutritionally packed food along the way.
This is probably the most horrifying thing I’ve ever done, putting my story on my blog for the entire universe to see, er’go, comment on, er’go, judge, er’go, you get the picture. But at some point between my childhood and now, I’ve learned that it doesn’t matter if I’m judged, if I’m told not to speak because what I say is always irrelevant, or if someone just plain doesn’t like me. It doesn’t matter. I’ve learned that what matters is the fact that I can shrug those things off, because I can be confident in myself and what I do, that comes from the inside. If I want to say something, then it’s relevant to something, and I have a right to say it. People can judge me for whatever they want, but I no longer care. Because my life is great, I have a beautiful loving family, I have my health, and I have myself.
I know there are going to be tons of people out there that can relate to this story, and I hope that maybe it can help someone who hasn’t come to this realization yet. You are you, and you deserve to be you. NOBODY can put you down for that, as long as you don’t let them.
And you have yourself. Only you can make yourself the you that you want to be.
So, what’s your story?
What hurdles have you had to jump? Or, would still like to?
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