Lowest, highest, stopping point, muscles.
The smallest I have been was when I was 18. I weighed 144 lbs (65kg). I was skating 10 – 15 hours per week and doing other exercises about 5 – 7 hours per week. And I thought I was fat. I wanted to weigh 122lbs (55kg). Why? Because I calculated that my BMI would then be 20.2, right smack in the middle of normal range. At 144 lbs my BMI was 23.88 and I thought it was awful that I was almost overweight.
Little did I know. Of course I weight more than my friend, who didn’t do sports everyday. It is the muscle that weighs, not just the fat. Today, I believe had I realized this I would’ve not ended up like I did.
I started university at another town, away from home. Away from mom’s food, away from the skating rink. Hours spent working out during freshman year: 0. Hours spent drinking and having fun and eating junk food: countless. That went on year after year and the result is here:
Not a pretty sight, I admit. But the thing is, I was pretty happy with myself. I had great friends and I sort of lived in denial. Then one day I got bored. I got bored of being fat and tired and I wanted to get smaller and in shape. After dropping a few kilos, I collected all my courage and got on a scale. 262 lbs, 119 kg. And I knew I had dropped a few. I don’t even now want to know how much I was before that. I mean, I had to go and buy the scale first.
First, I got disheartened. Then I got sad. I used to beat myself up for being such an idiot for letting this happen to me. I could have kept up with the old lifestyle, but I wanted something else. And there was the key. I wanted. So I started with walks, swimming and water-running. I read a lot about losing weight and diets from the net. I cut the junk food of my diet and kept on doing the exercises. And it worked. Slowly, but it worked.
It wasn’t hard. It wasn’t difficult. Of course, I was tempted to eat junk food, buy candy and things like that. I just wanted it just so bad and it made things so much easier for me. I got down to 200 lbs (90kg) and I was so happy. There was still much to do, I knew it. Still, I kind of ended up taking some time off from my little project. I managed to keep the weight off but I didn’t get any smaller.
I had not done any gym or classes until that point. When I wanted to get back on the wagon and continue my project, I got myself a membership for a gym. First month, all I did was walking on the running mat. Then I managed to run. And it felt good. I remember seeing ladies go up from the dressing room to different Les Mills classes. I kind of wanted to go too, but I was so sure I was the fattest and ugliest there, so I kept myself at the running mat and crosstrainer.
Around this time, I got back on the ice too. After first practice I was so exhausted but I also remembered how much I loved to skate. Haven’t been off skates since then.
Finally I got myself to go to BodyBalance class. And it was hard. I couldn’t do all of the moves, I did not have enough strength or stamina. But when I walked home after the class, I felt taller, thinner, fitter and happier.
And there it went. One class at a time. Balance, Pump, Combat, Spinning, Jam. One class at a time. I found my favourites and then it happened.
“Sorry, no drinking for me today, I have Pump tomorrow morning.”
I had gotten down to 174 lbs (78kg). Then the WANT kind of got lost again. I kept on working out, skating, eating healthy. I underwent a breast reduction surgery, so I had to give myself time to heal. After couple of months I could workout again. I tried to lose weight every now and then, but the success wasn’t that good. I didn’t want enough.
Today, I weigh 189 lbs. My BMI is around 31, which means I’m overweight. There is a twist though. Now I don’t want to be 122 lbs or 144 lbs. I want to be fit and healthy. I want to have muscles. With my muscle mass, I aim between 150 – 166 lbs. I am not going to decide the final number, until I get closer to 170 lbs. Who knows, maybe I like to stop there.
At the moment, my goal is to maintain my muscles and get rid of the fat. It’s slow, but I’m going there. Half a pound per week.
So what’s your story? Have you just started your project? What are your goals and ways to get there? Link your blog to the comment box, I like to read 🙂