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96 Pounds Lost: My Attempt to Give Back To My Mom

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Great success story! Read before and after fitness transformation stories from women and men who hit weight loss goals and got THAT BODY with training and meal prep. Find inspiration, motivation, and workout tips | 96 Pounds Lost: My Attempt to Give Back To My MomGrowing up I was always in sports soccer, basketball, Karate. I was always over weight. My dad would tell mom he didn’t get it because I was always busy, never walked anywhere. It wasn’t malicious just confusing. My parents always told me how beautiful I was. I always had a lot of friends. It didn’t faze me, too much, that I was heavy. The summer before my sophomore year of High School I lost a lot of weight. I’m not sure why.

I did very well with being active until I left for college. Around that time my new activities consisted of bar hopping and dancing at nightclubs. My mom had advised me of something a lot of freshman go through called, “The Freshman 15.” I was okay with that. I only did a semester away and gained, maybe 10lbs. My lack of supervision and grades was something my parents weren’t willing to support.

After I moved back to Alaska, my weight slowly progressed. At 22 I started the Atkins diet. I lost about 40lbs. Then I discovered Gin and Club Soda was carb free. My weight slowly started to increase. When I drank, I didn’t care what I ate.

In 2007 I moved to Colorado. I didn’t pay much attention to my weight until my surgery for adenomyosis. December 2011. I had plenty of doctor visits leading up to that I noticed my weight for the first time in a long time. 238, 240, 245, 248… It was always more when I would go. It was a little embarrassing. During my surgery my blood pressure spiked and my anesthesiologist couldn’t get me incubated. She ended up having to bag it. That was a little bit of a wake up call. I started thinking I should lose weight and stop smoking. I’d quit smoking for a while and eat okay then return to drinking and eating crap.

A year after my surgery mom told me she was entering stage 3 Kidney Disease. She had gotten the disease from a combination of medication taken for a prolonged time. Mom mentioned she would eventually need a transplant. She made it clear I didn’t have to but if I was interested to let her know. It wasn’t an option, in my mind, not to. She had given me life, a very good one. I had just lost my grandfather about 18 months before and didn’t want to lose anybody else in my family. I told my mom I would. A month later I got a packet and read all the requirements to be a donor. BMI< 35. I didn’t think that was me but didn’t want a reality check, either, by stepping on a scale.

 

October of 2012 our family friend died of cancer. I quit smoking as soon as I heard. January 2013, I started to work out. My clothes were tight and I knew, in the back of my head, I couldn’t help my mom. I went to the recreation center and stepped on the scale 258lbs. I was shocked. I did the math, BMI 37.

 

I worked out at the recreation center for a few days then decided to try 24hour Fitness. I fell in love with the gym, everybody was welcoming and I wasn’t the biggest one in the gym. I started going daily. I kept thinking of my mom. I started by riding the bike for 30 minutes and worked up to the elliptical and I would switch back and forth. I would lift weights for about 30 minutes too. I started reading health magazines and articles. In February I cut out soda. I started eating natural food, mostly unprocessed. I made my lunch and breakfast every day and brought to work. I made dinner at home. I prepped food at the beginning of the week. In March my friend mentioned a 5K. I wanted to do it. I started running. The weight started to really fall off. I ended up not getting the day off for the 5K but kept up my workout. In April I had lost almost 40lbs. It was crazy. I started going through the process to be a donor. Turns out I wasn’t a match for my mom, her blood had too many antibodies. I was very sad. I continued to work out, although less intense but still on a consistent basis.

Sometime prior to my process my mom started her own weight loss battle and went from a size 24 to 16. This motivates me to stay healthy. I still eat good food and pig out when I want. In September 2013 I was down to 187lbs. Today my weight remains between 189 and 195 pounds. I use the Nike Run app and Runcracker to help achieve new running goals. I use Cyclemeter for biking. I feel great but know I need to get that last 20lbs off.

 

Source: iReports

Originally posted 2014-10-08 20:00:54. Republished by Blog Post Promoter

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