Lean and Mean for 2013 (not a crafting post)

As my title said, I am blogging today about something other than crafting, so if you only stop by to read about crafting this post isn’t for you. But if you’d like to stick around, you may enjoy.

In the end of October I joined a weight loss challenge. In the beginning, I had no intention of really winning it or even losing a ton of weight. The main purpose of this challenge, called the Healthy Holiday Challenge, was to help keep you focused on weight management around the holidays. You hear a lot of people say, “Oh it’s the holidays, who cares. I will just get back on track after the first of the year.” This challenge was aimed to prevent that. Instead of shoving a plate of cookies down your pie hole you were forced to think about it and only take one cookie or no cookie at all. I really liked the sound of this. Each participant paid $10 and we sent our weights in each week. The person who lost the highest % of their initial weight (this way it was fair for people of all shapes and sizes) would win 75% of the pot and the second place winner would win the other 25%. So…back story time.

Growing up I was always athletic. I love sports! I loved running. At one point, I thought I would follow in my dad’s footsteps and run track or cross country in high school. Fast forward to 7th/8th grade, the boobs grew, like a lot. I don’t even remember it happening. One night flat, the next day I am wearing a B-Cup bra. Puberty blows. I was still doing sports and running in P.E. but was definitely slowing down. And that’s when I noticed the chubbiness coming on. I remember the photo. I am at the river with my grampa, I’m 13 in a super cute blue bikini, and my stomach roll hangs over the bottoms. That’s probably around the time I stopped weighing myself also. I was about 135lbs at 5 feet 1 inch. Now I know some of you are like, “Omg, that is not fat.” I know this. But it isn’t exactly skinny either, especially in middle school and being short. Nothing but frustration was ahead of me. Pants that fit me in the waist but were too long. Shirts that never fit me right. Screaming buttons. I spent a lot of time wearing t-shirts from the boys section and sweatshirts. I was about a size 13 in the juniors section.

Fast forward to high school. I’m still doing P.E., I am still athletic and love rollerblading and bike riding, but I am struggling to run a mile when I was forced to. I think I was running (walking at times) a mile in about 15 minutes. And besides P.E. I wasn’t doing any other sort of gym-like activity.  Then I got a boyfriend. You know boys change everything. Even though he wasn’t looking at me naked, there is that thought that he might someday and I better look my damned best. So in 11th grade I stopped eating. Okay, I ate. But not a lot. I ate a lot of salad, I skipped a lot of meals, and I only drank water. In 11th grade, I was 127lbs and wearing a size 7. Between then and say about 2003, I was averaging probably somewhere between 127 and 135. Which in hindsight is totally not horrible. But I wasn’t working out regularly and I wasn’t eating healthy. I was just eating.

Fast forward even further to 2006. My husband (remember that guy I started dating? Same guy) deployed for a year. I went home to California and got an awesome desk job. There it was. Sitting on my ass for 8 hours a day. And what did I do when work was slow? Snack. And when it was lunch time did I bring my lunch? Heck no. I went down the street to eat mexican food and Jack in the Box. And I was not working out. Sure I was still active, I never stopped that. My gf and I bought matching pink beach cruisers and used to ride them at the beach all the freaking time. But in between weekends, nothing but sitting at work and eating.

This is me November 2006 when my husband came home from R&R. Look at my arms and stomach in that shirt. That shirt is yelling at me to buy a bigger size.


Fast forward again to 2007. Hubster is home safe and it’s time to start a family. So I got pregnant. Couldn’t have been happier. I absolutely loved being pregnant. And it was time to be weighed bi-monthly and see how everything was going. I remember my first real appointment… I don’t remember how far along I was, but I was about 160lbs. I was not even worried about that. But my doctor and I figured that I was probably around 150lbs before I got pregnant. Remember, I’m 5feet tall!! That is not good. So, I’m prego, eating and eating more. I ate everything. I especially ate a lot of Taco Bell and pizza (must be why my daughter loves it so much now). I never gave the excuse that I was “eating for two”, I just ate because I was hungry. But again, I wasn’t doing any sort of exercise. I was walking sometimes but nothing consistent. So on the day I gave birth I topped out at 196lbs. I gained about 45-50lbs during my pregnancy. But I gave birth to this……


I made this beautiful creation! So who the hell cares about how much I weigh?

Well, I should have cared. I wasn’t healthy. My problem was, I didn’t know what to do. I had tried doing crunches on a daily basis but that never works. I would go on walks but I wasn’t going regularly. I swore that once my daughter was walking around I would probably drop weight because I was running after her. Not the case. So one day my neighbor friend invited me to a yoga class. I went, it was nice. Afterwards, she and a couple other friends were saying that we should all try the kickboxing class that was before the yoga class. Workout routine was born!! I was doing kickboxing twice a week and doing a legs, butts, and guts class one other day. Also, my husband and I started eating low carb. I had found my weight loss plan. The summer of 2009, I was wearing a size 6 pants. People didn’t even recognize me. But I was oblivious to the weight I had lost until I saw photos. I actually looked skinny. Well, a few months into the kickboxing class I went on vacation and wasn’t able to go to the class. I thought, I should try jogging. If I can do an hour of cardio in class, I could definitely jog. So I tried it and I could jog about 3/4 of a mile without stopping. So I did this a couple days a week. Then a few friends wanted to get into running so I started doing intervals with them. But when they weren’t running, I wasn’t running. And I was slacking on my low carb.

Fast forward a couple years to last year, 2012. I was still running but not as consistent as I should. If I didn’t feel like running, I didn’t do it. My husband had back surgery in January and wasn’t working out, so I just didn’t either. I just didn’t care. Probably not the best attitude to have. And all this time, I wasn’t weighing myself. I always said, “I don’t care about the number, I just want to be happy and healthy.” That is still true, sort of. I obviously wasn’t that happy. I wasn’t fitting into my clothes like I wanted to. Those size 6 pants didn’t fit anymore. I was back to wearing a size 10, 8 if I ran often. But in juniors (I’m almost 29 but I still want to be cute) I was wearing around a size 11 or 13. So figuring that I haven’t gotten any taller since 8th grade, I was probably sitting around 140lbs.


This is me this past summer. Not exactly healthy looking. So I set a silent goal for myself. I was going to be less than 140lbs. I didn’t care about how much less, I could be 139lbs because it was still under 140. Then this challenge came around. And you know what this did for me? It got my ass into gear!!!

Like I said in the beginning of this (long ass) blog, I didn’t do it for the money. I did it because I thought it would help get me into a good routine and maybe lose a couple l-b’s along the way. Well it did that and more!!!!!!!! Here comes the fun part.

At my first weigh-in, I was 137lbs. It was definitely a good week before that one because I was 139 the week prior. So we will just say I was 139lbs. The first week I lost 3lbs. I was running 3 days a week. I was seeing my name in lights (it was actually just a leaderboard) on our Facebook group page. Each week following, I lost 1lb or just maintained my previous weight. I changed my routine to running 5 days a week. And not just because I was losing weight, I wanted to run. One morning it was cold and I thought, “I will just walk today. I don’t feel like running.” I switched my playlist to my soundtracks and went out for a walk. I walked a half mile and started running. I couldn’t just walk. That shit was boring. I wasn’t getting sweaty. I didn’t feel like I was doing anything. I had turned into a runner.

Today, January 5, 2013, was our final weigh-in. 128lbs. Back in my size 6 skinny  jeans. Actually, I switched styles. I was wearing the Old Navy Diva skinny jeans but I didn’t like the way they made my legs look. I have lovely legs, no, freaking sexy legs. That is something that hasn’t changed. So I wanted to show that. So I switched to the Old Navy Rockstar skinny jeans. They are skin tight and I LOVE them. I wear tight shirts now. I don’t suck in all the time. I don’t pull my shirt away from my stomach every 5 seconds.

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This is me today!! ^



^ This was me last week. That grey shirt is the same one I was wearing in the photo above from last summer by the waterfall. Looks a lot different doesn’t it?

Here’s an even better photo I took in the middle of writing this blog. It’s the same pirate shirt I had on in 2006. Look at the arms! The shirt isn’t yelling at me anymore.


This is what this whole blog is about. I lost just about 11lbs in 3 months and I did it by exercising and eating right. Nothing fancy. Now don’t get me wrong, when I wanted a cookie, I ate a freaking cookie. I drink beer. When my daughter asked if we could go eat at Taco Bell, we went. And I don’t just eat a taco. I eat a couple of those bad boys and a cheesy gordita crunch. I may cheat my diet, but I don’t cheat myself. That doesn’t work for me. But when I eat junk, I run harder the next day. When I started this, I was running about 2 miles 3 days a week. You know how many I run now? 4 miles. I run 4 flippin’ miles 5 days a week. Rain or shine, cold or hot, I’m out there running. And on top of everything else, I have a new goal. Besides maintaining (losing a couple more pounds would be fine but I’m really happy with where I’m now), I am registered to run a race in June. I will be running the World Famous Mud Run at Camp Pendleton in California with my dad June 9th. I am so crazy excited and anxious about this. Remember that girl I wanted to be back in the day? The girl that wanted to do track or cross country like her dad? Well, it took me about 20 years, but here I am. Let’s do this!!


6 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Steph
    Jan 05, 2013 @ 21:06:34

    AWESOME recap!!!!! You look awesome!!! 😀


  2. Melanie
    Jan 06, 2013 @ 02:27:18

    You look amazing and are gorgeous!! Way to go girl. So awesome!!


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