To understand the beginning of my story, you have to understand a little about me. I've always been a yo-yo dieter. I've always wanted to lose more weight- even at my thinnest, and I've always been vocal about it. Bottom line- I love food, booze, and passing a really good time. I also really love to feel thin, fit, and super hot- be real you do too. Unfortunately, a fast lifestyle and a hot sexy body can't co-exist - ah moderation, my favorite word (HA HA!). There's always a turning point, a wake up call, a slap in the face, denial ain't just a river in Egypt honey- moment when you decide which one you want more and you're gonna have to put in WORK to achieve your goals.
It was January 2011, 6 months before my wedding. I was at the walk in clinic with the flu, having been sent home from work being too sick to function. Running fever, a runny nose, a headache, body aches, the works. It couldn't get worse right? WRONG. The nurse runs through vitals, blood pressure, height, weight - EEK- I'd been avoiding weighing myself for a LONG time at this point. Because it's always better to hide from your problems instead of facing them right??
It was a big number. The biggest I'd ever seen. The exact number I've only shared with a few of my nearest and dearest, honestly I'm not sure I'll ever be able to share it even here, but I was 61lbs from where I like to be- where i feel hott, sexy, virtually unstoppable. Seeing that big giant- wait your scale must be broken- number felt overwhelming, impossible, emotionally devastating, how had I let this happen to myself? Worse, I had no confidence in myself that I'd be able to fix this, to lose weight, to regain my self esteem, and love me from the inside out. In those moments I felt so alone and hopeless, a true emotional basket case- oh and I still had the damn flu to contend with. I got to my car before the water works started. I wanted to nurse the feeling with popcorn and peanut butter m&m's, a number 13 from sonic, a fried shrimp po-boy, taco bell, or a box combo with an extra sauce from Cane's. Honestly, I still don't know how I stopped myself, but I drove home and devised a plan. A plan to say bye bye to my formerly fat self. Today, I've lost 41 of those pounds, and I'm determined to get rid of the last 19lbs.
Let's take a look at just how bad it was-
That's me. Right there in the middle- December 2010. Fat, full on chips and dip and 1500 calorie Daiquiris, and thinking to myself - this was just a bad angle, can you believe she posted that of me on Facebook, must untag as fast as possible, pfff that's not what I really look like - DENIAL!
That was then and this is now-
so how exactly did I do it? That will have to wait for another post. For now- you can find me on My fitness pal counting dem calories : http://www.myfitnesspal.com/leighnoel
and at http://beachbodycoach.com/esuite/home/LEIGHNOEL where I'm also a beachbody coach, but that can wait for another post.
One post down, many more to come! Thanks for reading!