Let me get right to it.
In high school, I weighed 165-170 pounds (fluctuating during my period). College I was between 180-190 pounds. After kids and a stressful marriage, I got as high as 225.
My highest weight to date. Y’all it scared me SO much.
For the past three years, my life has been a ball of stress. Navigating a divorce I never wanted to go through made it really tough for me to accomplish daily tasks. I’ve fluctuated since, but not by 5 pounds. I’ve gotten as low as 208, only to go right back to 225. I stayed at 215 for about a year.
Along the way, telling myself to get my shit together. Telling myself my weight wasn’t that bad or that I could eat the second piece of cake.
All the while, being way too hard on myself internally to the point of breaking down at least once a week about how horrible I was. Insert eye roll and someone please give me a Snickers.
Within the last year, I’ve become way more educated on how I want to live my life and how I want to fuel my body (and my kids, but that’s another story). This past week, I hit the point of no return. The point where I realized this is do or die. I cannot go on like this and achieve my dreams. I cannot make excuses. I will not let my past rule my present or my future. It actually happened during a workout.
Let me explain.
I had eaten clean that day and felt really good. I decided to challenge myself the month of September. I wanted to work out every day for the month. An honest, sweaty, gritty work-out. I promised myself I wouldn’t get a post-workout shake unless I had put in some damn good effort and then some. I better be a muscle-shaking, almost can’t pick myself off the floor mess.
I kind of tricked myself also. I said I’d start September first, but wanted to see if I was really serious about it. So I decided not to wait. I got off work Monday and headed to the gym. I started with the treadmill (25-30 mins, usually listening to Jenna Kutcher’s Goal Digger podcast!), moved to the recumbent bike (25 min preset Fat Burn ride), then into the weight room.
Y’all, I get JACKED going to the weight room. It’s my favorite place to be. But lately I had been struggling with feeling up to the challenge. Nothing had felt right the last few days and I couldn’t get in my zone.
I figured with this challenge, I’d see if I could push myself.
It was now or literally never.
I pushed myself to failure for the FIRST time ever. IT FELT AMAZING! Up until then, I had not realized how scared I was to hit failure. I didn’t want to drop the weight, shake too much, or feel weak (makes no sense, I know).
I stepped away from the weights and took a quick lap around the room while tears filled my eyes. I was SO proud of myself and felt like I literally broke through what’s been holding me back these three years. No one mattered but Chelsea. I felt like such a different person. Until you experience it, I don’t think I could ever explain it correctly.
Here’s some challenge info.
I started Monday. It will technically end September 26th but I’ll go until the 30th. It’s the end of Day 3. I feel phenomenal. I won’t do another weigh in until Day 5 (every Friday). I’ll post details about my challenge in another post.
To give you a little more info, I took a few steps to start this off:
- Ditch the junk
- Use what we have (meal plan)
- Build a routine
- Food prep if I have to
- Give yourself grace
If you want to hop on the train a little early, first thing’s first.
Get rid of the junk.
I filled two garbage bags full of junk food.
A couple more things.
I began this challenge for me. Dustin is doing it as well. I’m sure it could work for anyone that tries it. It’s very simple. This is not a calorie counter. This is not a starvation method.
In addition to working out for 30 days, I want to be 165-170 by age 30. I’m 27 on the eleventh and I don’t believe this goal is out of my reach. I’m pretty positive I can get there quite a bit sooner, but I’m starting with 30 days so I don’t get ahead of myself. I’m using this time to really focus on number 3…Build A Routine. I want a solid, daily routine for a while.
I’ll post more in the days to come about the meal plan we’ve selected for us, the workouts we do, weekly weigh in’s with updates, recipes, etc. I’ll let Dustin sort of speak for the guys while I stay geared towards the women. But feel free to use any of our advice as you see fit.
Most importantly, don’t forget to love yourself. Love the ups and the downs. Go easy on yourself. It took X amount of years to get to where you are now.
The thing about weight?
It is nothing but a number. It does not define you as a person. It does not tell me your favorite movies, your favorite hobbies, how you like your coffee, what fires you up inside.
You are an exceptional human being and I’m so glad you’re here with me.
Keep On Shining,