|Back in my dancin days|
I spent the early part of my childhood living in Mexico, attending a school with some of the areas most wealthy and elite families. This meant appearances were everything and my over consumption at parties didn't go unnoticed. Apparently you aren't supposed to eat in public as a woman. It isn't ladylike to take seconds. The other mothers would look at me with such appalled faces that I dared to actually eat all of what was served to me. Thankfully, even as a kid, what others thought of me really didn't bother me much. In fact, my mom often jokes about the time I went to a party and ate almost 5 times as much as the other girls. As an active kid I had a healthy appetite and didn't see anything wrong with eating when I was hungry. That's what I was taught, and to always finish your plate.
|6th grade, I loved sports|
|Middle School, I was up to at least 4 sports by now|
By the time middle school came around I felt immune to any kind of negative energy and found a place among the popular crowd. If anyone had anything to say about my weight or appearance they sure didn't voice those opinions to me. High school was sort of the same, the criticism now came from coaches (this includes my dad). They would tell me that I needed to train more or push harder. I think what they really meant was if you could just drop a few pounds you'll be a far better athlete. It just so happens that around this time my mom and grandma started going to weight watchers. They dragged me along to the meetings and weighs ins week after week. I hated it. As far as I was concerned, there wasn't anything wrong with my body. I didn't feel the need to shame myself because I didn't fit what someone else deemed the ideal body type. I was happy.
|Party girl days...oh college|
Nothing that happened or things that people said caused me to make a change. It wasn't until I decided to run that first race and realized just how unhealthy I had become. After struggling through those 3 miles I made the decision to change things around. It wasn't to be a certain size or weight, I just wanted to be able to run 3 miles without stopping. It sounds silly now, but that's what I wanted. In fact, if I could've run those miles at the same weight I was at I think I would have been OK with that. I was the only person who could make that choice and stick to it. I didn't have anyone to hold my hand or lead the way. I did it on my own because I wanted to. I didn't take any pills or follow a crazy diet, I just made small changes that led to some pretty big changes. You didn't gain those extra pounds overnight and they aren't going to magically fall off in a week. It takes hard work and dedication. I'm constantly learning which are the right decisions to make, and I still stumble and fall from time to time. I don't stay down though, I pick myself right back up and keep pushing forward because I refuse to be defeated. Getting healthy and fit is a journey, just remember to enjoy the adventure along the way.