Throughout my life I have struggled with maintaining a healthy lifestyle. As a small child, I was a chubby book worm, then I began taking dance classes and became a song leader in high school. I became physically active and fit but, had horrible eating habits. Once I moved on to university, the scale began to creep back up with all of the snack foods, drinking and lack of exercise. It hit a peak a few years after graduation when I was working long hours at a corporate desk job, eating large lunches and being too exhausted to get to the gym.
Everything turned around when I left my corporate job for a role at a small graphic design company and my paycheck was cut in half. At the same time, my husband graduated law school and was on the job hunt so, we were on such a tight budget. Fun weekends full of nights out and fancy dinners were over and we decided the best way to spend our “fun” money was on gym memberships. We began going to the gym just about every night of the week and would spend hours there on the weekends. We would take yoga and pilates classes together, play one on one basket ball and just talk while learning how to lift weights.
My body began to change and I loved seeing the results. We moved out of state and kept up with our gym dates. Things really hit a high point when our wedding date quickly approached and I needed to lose weight to fit into my wedding dress. We came up with a strict meal plan, started taking supplements and upped our workouts to two-a-day.
I hit a wall a few weeks into our program because I actually gained weight. My emotions were all over the place and I remember crying on the basket ball court into my husband’s shoulder saying I couldn’t do it and wouldn’t be able to wear my dream dress at our wedding in a few short weeks. He gave me the tough love that I needed, told me to chipper up and get it together. I knew he was right and kept at it. At the next weigh in, I just about fell over when I saw the scale finally move and the inches were melting off. My spirits were at an all time high, I knew that fitting into my dress was more about my character, my willpower, my patience, my determination to persevere, even when things seemed impossible. Prayer also played a big part in my journey during this time. All day and night, I prayed and prayed that I would fit into my dress, I would even visualize the zipper moving up without any trouble.
So, on my wedding day, I stepped into my dress and it fit perfectly! It was incredible and everyone around me couldn’t believe I actually did it. They were supportive to my face but, later found out not one single person (besides Johnny) actually believed it would happen. It was the best feeling in the world.
I continued to work out and keep the weight off, even getting my indoor cycle instructor certification. Once we moved back to Los Angeles, I took a part time job at the local Gold’s Gym. Throughout my first and second trimesters, I continued to run and lift weights while focusing on healthy eating habits and I truly believe that is why I had such an easy pregnancy. Once I hit the third trimester, I was a bit bigger and more exhausted so, my workouts were scaled back to walking and stretching.
Now that baby is 3 months old and I feel back to my old self, I am starting my fitness journey once again. I am starting slow and working my way back up to the more intense sweat sessions but, I am excited to have a new goal to work towards – fitting into my skinny jeans again!