I was recently going through some photos, a trip down memory lane, and I came across my before and after photos from the very first time I did Weight Watchers. After hitting my goal and making lifetime in 7 months with a 30 pound loss, I made a little photo album of my success. Why I ever put the photo album away makes no sense to me because it should have been kept out as a reminder of how far I had come, and how I never wanted to go back that place before. Ironically, not only did I go back to that place, but I went even farther, as you know since I revealed my starting weight in Saturday’s weigh-in post.
To date, there are two times in my life when I have lost a lot of weight. Back in 1997, I lost 43 pounds strictly eating low-carb, going from 173 pounds to 130. I will never ever do low-carb again. Yes, it worked, but I was miserable. I’m Italian, I can’t give up entire food groups. The whole theory of telling me I can’t have a certain food just does not work and I am not sure how I did it back then.
By the time I joined Weight Watchers in January 2006, I was 156 lbs… Not to discount any of the hard work I have ever done to lose weight, I almost have to laugh at the fact that I was so unhappy at 156 lbs.. What I would give to weigh that now. But, there is no sense in going there. Everything happens for a reason and if I felt strongly enough about it at the time, then it was important that I do something about it. And Weight Watchers is a FANTASTIC program, I can never say enough about it.
What prompted my decision to join Weight Watchers in 2006 was seeing a photo of myself. When I first put saw it, I put it away. Months later it came out again, and within weeks I joined Weight Watchers. This is the picture…
Worst photo ever, I thought. That can’t be me. There’s no way. I can’t even stand looking at it. And off I went… At the time, there was a Weight Watchers in the shopping center around the corner from our house, right next to the Publix we shop at. Talk about accountability. I knew it was right for me the minute I walked in. Everyone was very welcoming and the meetings were great. No one was telling me I couldn’t eat pasta or bread. Getting on the scale every week was enough of a motivator for me.
For 7 months, I went to meetings, followed the program, and stuck to the points like my life depended on it. I never felt deprived. I worked out. Hard. Often times, twice a day. I did TaeBo and turned my walks into runs. I was a machine. Shortly after making Lifetime, I took a new picture of myself.
Quite a difference. I was so proud of myself. I went from a size 14 to a size 6. I felt much better that time around than when I did the low-carb diet years before. Amazingly, shortly after hitting goal, my family opened an Italian restaurant and for much of our time there, and I STILL kept the weight off. I would allow myself one day a week to have whatever meal I wanted (and would make it myself since my mom and I were the cooks!).
So here we are, 2013 and I am working the program again. Three weeks in and I am down almost 8 pounds. It’s not all going to be easy and I will have a week where I gain. It happened the first time around, I know it will happen again. But I am not going to give up this time. I can’t keep giving up. Starting this time around 22 pounds heavier than the last time is just not acceptable. I’m not going to keep asking myself how I got to this place, how I let it go so far because I wasn’t ready before. It wasn’t the right time. I wasn’t mentally prepared to tackle it. But I am now, and that’s what’s important.
I have a new before picture picked out for this time around, this one from New Years Eve, the day before I went back to Weight Watchers. I was not comfortable in my dress, but I wore it anyway because I wanted to dress up. Here it is…
I can’t wait to be able to post an after photo. I want to dress up comfortably. I don’t know how long it will take, but it will happen. I will get there – you can #ExpectAmazing.
Do you take before and after photos as part of your weight loss journey?
The past week, I’ve had to stick close to home to be near Blue as he has a wound that is having a heck of a time healing. Trying to keep a 2-year-old Aussie reasonably calm is well, just about impossible. He’s bandaged and is wearing the cone of shame. Keeping the bandage in place is not easy. But, because I am the mommy he loves oh so much, if I am near him, he is mostly calm. He likes to snuggle, it makes him happy.
Because of this ordeal, I have not been running. When I got home yesterday afternoon, hubby asked if I was going to go run. I said NO. How was I supposed to when I have to keep Mr. Saucy Pants calm? Leaving right after I just got home is a sure-fire way to get him all wound up when he shouldn’t be. No thank you. But then I started to feel guilty. I have to do something, I have to be creative.
Fortunately this past weekend, I cleaned our spare bedroom and uncovered the treadmill. I haven’t used the treadmill in ages. I used to love the treadmill and I went on it all the time. Then I decided I enjoyed the outdoors much better and it made me feel better. I keep the treadmill for times like this, when I have to use it as it’s my only option. Or if it’s raining a lot which it can do here in the summertime.
Couple things about me and the treadmill. I can’t just get on it and go. I have to either read a magazine or a book, which slows me down and I get a headache. Or I have to watch TV. Music in my ears won’t even do the trick. Staring at the wall in front of me does nothing and it makes it drag on forever. We used to have a TV and DVD player in that room and I watched all 10 seasons of F.R.I.E.N.D.S.for the umpteenth million time at one point during my treadmill days. But alas, the TV is gone from that room.
BUT!! I have a Kindle Fire and Netflix. I decided to give that a whirl and see how it goes. I selected a TV movie that we had DVR’d and that had mysteriously disappeared before I was able to watch it. Which one you ask? Stephen King’s Bag of Bones that was recently on A&E. I was all set.
I am pleased to say that I walked for an hour. Watching the movie made it fly by. I also worked up a pretty good sweat, walking at an 18:45 pace. Not super fast, but I was moving. Another thing I don’t like to do is run on the treadmill. I feel it much more in my knees when I do. So, if I’m on the treadmill, it’s all about walking.
I can’t say that I’ll use the treadmill a lot because ultimately I prefer to be outside. But until I can get back to that regularly, the treadmill is a very good option, especially with my Kindle Fire and Netflix. And honestly, I can’t wait to go on it again to finish watching part 1 of the movie and then starting part 2. I’ll have to do 3 hours on the treadmill to finish the whole thing!
All I can think about this week is the Rock ‘n’ Roll Half Marathon this weekend. It seems a little surreal that I am doing it. I am so excited and ready to do it!! I just watched a video of the course tour. And now, I. CAN’T. WAIT. Oh my goodness. It’s going to be a great route. If you’d like to view the course tour (the music is great!), go here: http://runrocknroll.competitor.com/2012/02/st-petersburg/rock-n-roll-st-pete-course-tour_25310
I am going to give it my all. I’m going to do my best and enjoy every minute of it. No matter when I finish, I WILL finish. I can’t wait to get the metal. Here is what it looks like:
And after it’s all done, I can’t wait to put a 13.1 sticker on my car. Seriously. I have to have one. I will have deserved it.
A few of the blogs I follow do a True Confessions Tuesday post. It’s a chance to confess to things I need to, to get things off my shoulders, hold myself accountable, or acknowledge something I need to change or well, just let the world know. Here goes…
- I CONFESS that I did not walk Sunday, yesterday, or Tuesday. I was beyond exhausted Sunday morning and I used that as an excuse to sit around in my jammies and redo my blog before we all went out to dinner in the afternoon. Also since Sunday, we have been a vehicle short as hubby’s truck is in the shop. My morning starts earlier to take him to work and then I pick him up in the evening. So, no walking. Mind you, the last three weeks I’ve walked ALOT and I certainly don’t think it’s the end of the world that I haven’t walked the past 3 days.
- I CONFESS that while I am SUPER excited about the half-marathon on Sunday, I am also a little bit nervous. I can walk like there’s no tomorrow and I plan to run part of it as well. The part I’m nervous about is how I’ll feel as the majority of the participants run right by, leaving me in their dust. However, I know that I will do the best that I can and will be super proud of myself for completing my first half-marathon.
- I CONFESS that I’m still a little bit miffed that I am 40 years old. I know, it’s just a number and it shouldn’t matter. But a part of it does. It’s that little reminder how my body has failed me in a very important way.
- I CONFESS that I LOVE Zumba. This from the person who swore she would never do it. It’s ironic, I know. I didn’t make it to class last night (due to previously mentioned vehicle issue) and I missed it. It’s fun. Whether or not I can do the moves, I am still out there moving and having fun. Having a fantastic instructor (Tiffany!) and the company of my sister (Jenni!) helps also.
- I CONFESS that I may be obsessed with my Kindle Fire. I have so many books to read on there and I keep adding to it.
- I CONFESS that I am tired of wondering what everyone thinks of me. Sometimes I am super confident and other times I assume everyone thinks the worst of me. From here on out, I choose to not care. I am who I am and it is impossible to please everyone all of the time. Take me as I am and we’ll get along just fine.
That’s all for this week! Is there anything you’d like to confess?