This is something I don’t talk about very often, it’s like the elephant in the room. I know I’m fat, you can clearly see I’m fat, but if I just don’t admit to it, it isn’t happening, right?
Wrong. So very wrong.
I didn’t always struggle with my weight. In fact, I was in great shape and really tiny until I went to college. I gained the Freshman 25 and sadly, I couldn’t even blame the partying. I could only blame my crappy eating, crazy insomnia and Wendy’s for letting me eat great, even late (not to mention Eat N Park and Perkins). I was a cheerleader in high school and since the dancing and crazy practice schedule was “fun” for me, I never felt like I worked out and I could eat whatever I wanted and not gain a pound.
Growing up, I wasn’t allowed to drink pop and we very rarely had junk food in the house (except chips and dip) so I never thought twice about snacking on grapes or apples and being perfectly content. When I went to school, pop became my life and to this day I am super addicted to Pepsi! It’s probably the worst thing I have ever done because I am having the worst time in the world giving it up! My mom was naturally super skinny and ate like a horse so I had no reason to believe I would ever gain weight like I did.
I don’t even think I realized how much weight I had gained until I moved to Florida, and no one living in Florida should be fat because it is HOT there, especially in the summer! My mom, however, reminded me I was getting fatter and fatter everyday. She blamed my ex-boyfriend and although I defended him like a momma bear defends her cubs, she was totally correct. The ex loved to eat, and eat well, and while I totally enjoyed going out to dinner all the time and eating like a Princess all over the world, it really took a toll on my body. Add on top of that a completely sedentary lifestyle of watching movies because, lets face it, fat people don’t want to do exercise!
When I started dating my husband, he was extremely active and loved to play tennis and take walks and go to the gym. But he wasn’t strong enough to will me into it and I started to change him into the cycle of tv and eating. His saving grace was that he walked a mile to work each way from where he parks on the South Side so he still got exercise. I can say we were much more active when we lived in Florida because we were always walking around Disney or doing something outside since the weather was always amazing, but still not enough to make a difference.
Add all of that together with an emergency c-section and you can just say my body is shot. Not shot for good, just shot for now. This year I have really committed to getting back to “me.” Now that Lily is on a good routine and I have the evenings to myself, I can really focus on the things I need to be focused on… housework, working and ME. I don’t just want to get in shape to look good, I want to feel good, have energy and be healthy so I can teach Lily good foundations of healthy eating and exercise!
Enter Beachbody and T-25. I was reluctant to spend all that money, but honestly, the gym isn’t convenient with a toddler and I don’t want to take her from daycare to put her in another daycare while I work out. That’s not fair, there’s no “mommy time” for us on the weekdays, and I am totally full of excuses so I can talk myself out of going to the gym anytime! So I did it. Actually, Kev and I are doing it together. It’s only day 5 but already I feel a difference and I feel good about myself for working out again! 2014 is the year of Meagan, beginning with running a half marathon and ending with my goal weight with tons of hard work and dedication in between. Join me on my journey and please feel free to leave any tips!