My weight was never a problem until I started my first job during my senior year of high school. Until then, I played softball and was a cheerleader, so I was always doing some sort of exercise. Taking the job meant I had to give up sports. Three years later, I had gained 30 pounds and wore a size 11. I hated shopping for clothes and was embarrassed about my body. I decided that if I did not do something about my weight, it would only get worse.
I joined Weight Watchers and started walking in the evenings after work. I cut back the amount of fat in my diet and followed the Weight Watchers meal plan. Within a year, I had lost about 10 pounds and was a size 9. My goal was to reach a size 7.
I continued my healthy lifestyle after getting married. I cooked low-fat meals at home and exercised with an aerobics program on television. My husband bought me a gym membership one Christmas and I attended step aerobics class four times a week. I lost 10 more pounds.
A year later, I became pregnant, and I continued exercising with my doctor’s approval. I walked on the treadmill and attended toning classes until the day I delivered. Eight months after my son was born, I was at my pre-pregnancy weight. My family and friends complimented me on my weight loss, which motivated me to continue losing weight.
Unfortunately, I became obsessed with diet and exercise. I allowed myself 800 calories of fat-free foods with no nutritional value and exercised every day. If I ate more than 800 calories, I purged. By the time my son was a year old, I had lost another 20 pounds and my family and friends were concerned that I was too thin and looked unhealthy. My hair started thinning and I was frequently lightheaded because I didn’t provide my body with the nourishment it needed.
Upon the urging of my husband, I saw a psychologist, who diagnosed me with an eating disorder. During therapy, I learned that I thought I needed to be thin for others to like me and accept me. Over time, I learned that there is more to a person than what they look like. It’s what’s on the inside that counts.
With the support of my family and friends, I turned my life around. I added more calories to my diet with a healthy balance of fat, carbohydrates and protein. I also started a weight-training program and within four months, I gained back 10 pounds of muscle. Now I’m a certified fitness instructor. My goal is to keep these healthful eating and exercise habits for the rest of my life. Along the way, I’m helping others achieve the same.
Originally posted 2012-11-16 16:26:56. Republished by Blog Post Promoter