Wednesday, February 25, 2015

National Eating Disorder Awareness Week

I follow several fitness Instagram accounts to get food and workout ideas and to sometimes get inspired. This morning when I was checking Instagram a post came up in my timeline about National Eating Disorder Awareness Week. I had never even heard of this before this morning but I immediately became inspired by that post to write a blog, bear with me it might be lengthy, about my own personal journey with weight, weight loss, self-love, and self-acceptance. 

I am blessed enough that I never have actually experienced having an eating disorder or going to a treatment facility. When I say blessed I'm not saying that anyone that does suffer from an eating disorder is below me...I am just simply saying that for me personally it never got to that point. Even though I may not have had an eating disorder my mentality was borderline close. My entire life starting from elementary school all the way through college I have struggled with my weight. Growing up I would get teased by classmates for being “chubby”, “fat”, or “overweight”. I was always self-conscious and insecure about the way I looked based off of what everyone else told me I looked like. I eventually started believing what everyone was saying. I did not love myself one bit and had the lowest self-esteem. I hated what I saw every time I looked in the mirror. Still to this day it is hard for me to look in the mirror at myself if someone else in the room with me…even the public bathroom.

Since I was a little girl my weight would go up and it would go down. I am not a very tall person. I have a small frame, I am only 4’11 ½, so any weight that I would put on was drastic and anytime I lost weight it was noticeable. I was at my heaviest weight by the time I graduated from college. I was so unhappy with the skin I was in that I was miserable no matter how hard I would try to mask it. I hated shopping for clothes because I felt that nothing looked good on me. I was not that educated on losing weight the healthy way. I would go to the gym or go run outside in almost 90 degree weather until I literally would almost collapse. If I ate too much I would immediately do a lot of squats or sit-ups. Every time my stomach would growl I would think of it as a bad thing because I thought the last thing I needed to be was hungry if I was trying to lose weight. I was so desperate that I even started taking weight loss pills for a couple of months, prescribed by a doctor, because I felt like there was nothing else I could do. Sure I lost a little weight but my mentality towards weight loss and myself was nowhere near healthy. I had no idea that I was screwing up my metabolism too. My doctor had told me that I was only supposed to eat 1200 calories a day so that’s what I did because I thought if the doctor is saying this then I should follow what I was being told.

Today I no longer go to that doctor or take those pills that she prescribed me because I was doing more harm to my body than good. One of my favorite Instagram accounts is @Malzisfit. She is 23 and has struggled with weight all her life too. She has lost over 100 lbs through changing her lifestyle, eating healthy, and lifting weights. She actually has been helping me with my own journey. She has been guiding me and coaching me with IIFYM since January and has slowly helped me build my metabolism back up and repair the damage I did. I would be lying if I said I still don’t have my days where I look in the mirror and hate what I see or when I feel guilty for eating an extra cookie. This is a marathon not sprint. I will always have to work harder than most to lose weight and to keep it off because I was not blessed with a body where I can eat junk all the time and not gain weight. I have learned that is okay though, I cannot be focused on what everyone else is doing because everyone has their own journey and their own struggles. What works for one person wont work for another so if you are the person that can eat 1200 calories or if you needed a Gastric Bypass to help you lose weight well then do you boo boo “you go Glen Coco” (sorry Mean Girl movie quote hahah).

Even though I weigh more now than I did in high school I am stronger and smaller than I was because I am losing weight the correct way by making healthy choices while still allowing myself a treat every now and then…because hey you gotta treat yourself sometimes. I get so frustrated when someone says that I am on a “health kick”…you don’t know my journey or my story. I have always enjoyed working out but I would never lose weight because I would make wrong food choices. I also get frustrated when someone says I am on a diet or that I probably just eat rabbit food. I LOVE food…hello that’s what got me in trouble the first time lol. I still eat pizza, burgers, fries etc.. I just don’t eat it in excess. 80% of the food I eat is super healthy and then the other 20% percent is whatever the hell I want to eat.



This time around I am properly educated on weight loss. I actually enjoy shopping for clothes now and I have learned to love myself even on the days when I feel gross and disgusting. I still am not where I want to be just yet but I am working towards my goal and I can be proud of myself because I know I have come a long way mentally and physically. Love yourself <3




Thursday, January 29, 2015

Insanity

The most infamous definition of Insanity , as quoted by the notable Albert Einstein, is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.

Unfortunately you could say that I am right in the midst of insanity. In my previous blogs I have mentioned one guy over and over again, you could call what we had a situationship, the love that almost happened but never did, and the list goes on...To recap and to make an extremely long story that is full of anguish short ,after dealing with his BS for two years I decided to call it quits back in May of last year. I called it quits for many reasons but ultimately I called it quits in the end because I know my worth and I love myself too much to have continued on with his shenanigans.

I mentioned in a blog, I wrote back in November, how he started following my older sister's Instagram page last fall in an attempt to try and see what I was up to. So fast forward to about two weeks ago I finally decided to make an attempt to forgive him. He got in contact with me and he asked if could text me and sent me another request to follow me on Instagram. Against my better judgement I agreed to both. He has text me a few times but already I have noticed that I felt myself reverting back to my old bad habits I had when I had feelings towards him....such as constantly checking my phone to see if he had sent me a text. I'm not ashamed to admit this because I'm human and I know I'm not the only guy or girl who has done this. I don't like him like I did at one point but I would be lying if I said there was not a tiny morsel of feelings left him in my heart.

I quoted Albert Einstein because it has been almost a week now since I have heard from him and while I am okay with that I have proved Mr. Einstein's definition to be true...doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results. Part of the reason why I had ended things with him initially was because constantly it was the same tired cycle over and over again with him and how he treated me. I kept allowing him to treat me a certain way with the hopes that things would eventually be different. Just from his actions so far last week it has shown that nothing different is going to come out of this.

I have also realized immediately how I am falling back into a weird funk, the same weird funk I had last year before walking away, by allowing him back in my life again. I was so happy after I cut him off last year and now that he is back I feel like I lost some of that. In some weird way I feel like I gave him power. I know I ultimately have the power of my emotions and how things will happen this time around. I have no intentions of  dating him ever again, sleeping with him, or anything else on that level. If he really truly wants to be my friend again he needs to earn my trust back and admit to what he did but I surely won't waste my time sitting around waiting for that to happen.

At first I honestly thought maybe him coming back was a sign from God (and NO i am not talking about a sign that we were meant to be...c'mon i'm smarter than that lol) that I should forgive him and try to be friends again. In retrospect I realize just how silly that sounds. Ironically enough I came across a blog today that hit the nail right on the head "When God is pulling us away from something and we know without a doubt that He is, we need to leave it alone and not look back. Keep moving forward"!