My story is a simple one. Girl grows up. Girl has a blast in college. Girl gets married and has child. Girl loses the essence of herself while taking care of everyone else and turns to food to cope with the pain. Girl goes on a roller-coaster ride of yo-yo dieting as a result. Sound familiar?
Since I posted the above picture yesterday on Facebook, I’ve been getting a lot of messages about it. Soooo…I thought I’d explain in more detail. I am a Beachbody coach. I’ve been a coach for almost 4 years now. When I started Beachbody, I was at my highest weight ever…168 lbs on a 5’5″ frame. I lost the weight over a 3 month period. Why? Beachbody works.
Then…life happened. My brother had a critical medical condition that I HAD to be there for. My husband deployed to Afghanistan. My child was diagnosed with ADHD and general panic disorder. Again…life…and I HAD to be there for everyone. I wouldn’t have had it any other way. Plus I had (and am) always been there for my Beachbody customers…guiding and supporting them.
The problem? I wasn’t there for myself. I wasn’t there for myself because I had lost myself several years back.
So, I coped with the pain using food. Even though I am a coach, I still yo-yo’d with my weight. I was damn good at supporting others. I sucked at supporting myself.
I had my weight under control when my husband returned from Afghanistan in April, but I gained a good 20 lbs in the 3 subsequent months. He wanted to eat all the foods that he had missed overseas. I wanted to celebrate with him. The transition of his return was more difficult than I expected. I ate and drank to cope.
Getting the physical piece under control had never been an issue (think yo-yo…I had the process down pat.) The issue is that I never dealt with the emotional piece of it.
This past year I started something different…a journey…a journey of self-discovery for ME. I won’t get into all the “stuff” it has entailed, but I have been rediscovering who I am as person…as a woman. Sometimes, well a lot of times, it has been fun, but mostly it’s been hard and painful. For the first time ever, I pushed through the discomfort instead of numbing myself with food. Talk about being uncomfortable. Phew!
The picture on the left is from June. It was my wake -up call. Holy crap…I DID it AGAIN?!?!?!! Grrrrrrrr. It hit me like a ton of bricks at the annual Beachbody Coaching Summit. Literally during the Top Coach celebration, I texted MY coach and told her it was GAME ON…and I needed help. She’s been there for me…just like I’ve been there for countless of others. WOW…”I” actually asked for help. It was a HUGE step.
So, here I am 3 months later…the picture on the right.
The amazing part is not so much the physical transformation…I’ve done that many, many times (remember…yo-yo dieter here)…it’s the mental/emotional one. I look at my face and see peace, happiness, and contentment. These are things that I haven’t truly seen or felt deep-down for years.
I’ve rediscovered ME…the true ME…who I loved from my college days, but the best part? I have all the wisdom that comes with age. Swear, it’s the BEST of both worlds!!!!!!!
So back to the picture. Girl on left: wife & mom. Girl on right: WOMAN (and still wife & mom)
…and my journey isn’t over. 😉