50 Days Later – What Have I Learned (FF)

Let me start by saying the response to the 9News segment and the before and after picture posted by Bonza Bodies has been amazing and overwhelming in the best way possible. Additionally, donations to my mom’s fundraising campaign have increased dramatically this week, and I know it’s all thanks to our wonderful family, friends, and you readers. From the bottom of my heart, thank you, thank you, thank you. You inspire us to continue to follow this passion of fitness and writing; you motivate us to follow through with our commitments to our own health; you move us with your stories of struggle and success. My heart is full.

Now here is what you really want to see – the numbers! I was fortunate enough to have support at my work gym, and my fitness manager there did the full gamut of before and after measurements for me, both with skinfolds (done by pinching my skin and measuring with calipers) and circumferences (done with good ol’ measuring tape). And here’s where I ended up:

Skinfolds – You, guys. That pectoral drop? I fit in my bras again. It is like a miracle. A miracle I worked my ass off for. I am freaking out. (Actually, my ass didn’t get worked off at all, as it were. Thanks to the innumerable amount of squats and lunges I do now, it’s strong like an ox – I need to learn how to twerk. [OK, maybe I’m too old to twerk…])

1/15/15 2/18/15
Triceps 28  27
Pectoral 41 25
Midaxilla 35 25
Subscapula 29 20
Abdomen 50 42
Suprailiac 26 19
Quadriceps 35 32

Circumferences – Down. Down. Down. Down. Downdowndown. DOWN! 8.4 inches lost – PUMPED!!

1/15/15 2/18/15
Chest 39.50 39.00
Waist 34.00 33.25
Abdomen 35.50 33.75
Hip 42.50 41.10
R Thigh 25.75 23.50
R Calf 15.50 15.00
R Bicep 12.75 11.50
R Forearm 9.00 8.50

And the only increase I had was where it counts. My Lean Body Mass (this is the muscle mass and important stuff like organs, arteries, bones, etc. basically, anything that isn’t fat) went from 114.36% to 123.77%. That is a 9% – NINE PERCENT – increase in lean body mass which is attributed to a gain of muscle. Hell Yeah!

So all of this is exciting and motivating, but the question I’ve been mulling over most these last weeks is, Have I truly changed? I still have a substantial amount of weight to lose (30+ lbs); this is my happy place. This is the weight I’ve maintained for the better part of three years, unable to get below this plateau. Will I be able to continue on this journey? Those deep-ingrained habits I’ve spent decades forming, have I done enough to eradicate them? Have I created new ones to take their place? What separates the me of 50 days ago from the me sitting here typing this today?

Here’s what I know: I am still that person. I still love bread and cheese. A lot. In the right moment, I want to overeat. When it’s that time of the month, I physically crave sugar. No amount of gum will shut it down. I like the way all the processed food smells. I don’t like telling myself I “can’t” have things. I am the same in all those ways.

Here’s what’s changed: There is a half of a beat where I think about what I’m eating instead of mindlessly putting food in my mouth. The one time I let myself overeat during this challenge, my body responded with cramping and nausea. Things that used to taste amazing to me don’t taste the way I remember. Even the “healthy” overpriced bread we buy doesn’t taste as good, and I know it is because of the added sugar. And I am (still, probably always will be) working on not looking at food as something to be earned. I am not a dog. I do not get a cookie every time I accomplish something.

I’ve reset some of my triggers; when I am feeling sad, hurt, disappointed, rejected, I just let myself feel it. I cry and write and get it all out. I don’t numb and bury it with food and alcohol. On the flip side, when I feel happy, successful, proud, content, I don’t try to justify it or downplay it; I enjoy it. I let these emotions flow through me and allow myself to be human for a minute. Or twenty.

I’ve rediscovered what I love about being an athlete. Pushing myself, improving, succeeding – these are so much more rewarding than a donut. I miss working out on the days I don’t get one in. I missed almost a week while my kids were sick, and when I got back, it was brutal. It felt like starting all over and I was SORE. But I missed it so much. I missed those ruthless little trainers; I missed my friends who inspire and cheer me on; I missed sweating. And that was just what my brain missed. My body missed it, too, and wanted to get up and get moving every day I wasn’t there.

So what’s next? I’m still not at a healthy weight. My BMI still has me in the obese category, and I want to take this momentum and build on it. I want to reach my goal weight by my younger son’s birthday in June, so I have broken up that time in six-week increments – I’m shooting to continue my weight loss of one-to-two pounds a week, however, I’ve decided I’m not going to get on a scale weekly as I have been. It tends to discourage me, so I will only weigh myself at the end of a six-week block.

I will continue tracking my calories and macronutrients with MyFitnessPal, and my

relationship with food, while better, still needs daily attention, trying to work together instead of against each other. I have created a new workout schedule that doesn’t require as many 3:30 a.m. wake up calls, but I’ll still get time with my Bonza buddies a few days a week. I also start training for my second half-marathon soon and I’ve added in strength-focused workouts. 

I am so acutely aware of my past mistakes and the way I have let myself get complacent and stop caring about my health. The only thing I think that will be different this time is the thing that kept me going for the past 50 days: One day at a time, Just Do the Next Right Thing.

All day. Every day. From now until the end of my days on Earth. 


Inspire. Motivate. Move.

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