I started on the road to fat loss at the tender age of 15.
I thought that to be beautiful, I had to be skinny.
Can you relate?
Anyway, I remember I’d look in the mirror and see all of my flaws and imperfections rather than anything good. I spent much of high school and college on a diet—you name it, I tried it.
And yet, intermixed with the diets, was a lot of emotional eating and weekend binges, which then led to Monday morning workouts being twice as long and sweaty because I felt like I had to work off my bad behavior.
It was a vicious cycle that just went on and on.
I finished college, started my career, and followed the traditional plan that I thought I was supposed to follow, but something was missing. It was if my body was the last thing I felt I needed to master, and I just couldn’t get a grip.
I was still trying so hard to lose weight, but by that time I was also having all sorts of digestive and hormonal issues too.
That was when I met a trainer who taught me all about portion control and counting calories, which was a whole new way of looking at food for me considering before that, all I ever paid attention to was how many Weight Watchers points something had or how many grams of fat was in it.
Through our work together I was able to lose about 30 pounds and get to the lowest weight I had seen since grade school.
That was such an accomplishment for me, to work so freaking hard, and reach that goal. But here’s the catch.