Fitness has played a large part in my confidence levels, and the more times I think that to myself – the more I think about my confidence levels before fitness was introduced into my life regularly. I was standing at 5 feet tall, weighing close to 170lbs. I never saw myself as a bigger girl, nor did I have a problem with my size. Sure, I would have loved to be thinner, but I was somewhat happy with my state of being back then. I semi-comfortable enough to not think about changing.
Once in high school I heard a few people call my best friend and I “PSM’s” (or plus sized models). Naturally, you think plus sized as being larger and typically overweight frames – but even though I can’t remember for the life of me what I thought when I heard this, I remember how I felt. Placing the word “model” in the term didn’t make a difference. Models don’t represent the same “beauty” to everyone, or what They might’ve pictures as so.
Prom came quickly and I wanted so badly to lose weight, show off my new bod in my bright guava colored dress with cut outs in the back and jewels in the front. (party in the front, party in the back type thing 😜).
I had never touched a dumbbell in my life, and I could barely run a mile without wanting to barf. I remember my best friend and I would find the largest sweatpants we could find that didn’t fall off our butts, and two large trash bags – we’d cut holes in the trash bag to make a sweat suit out of it while we ran.
I always felt so efficient and sporty when we finished.
I look back and want to tell my 18 year old self that changing for someone else isn’t worth it. Being called a “plus sized” girl in high school wasn’t ideal for me, and I wanted to change it for the sake of not being seen that way to other people – or my looking glass self.
Not every workout will be the best, falling off happens and is okay – so long you get back on and try again. From the time I really started questioning my size (senior year of high school), to now, was nothing short of hard work and persistency.
People ask “how did you lose the weight?” and the answer is always hard to pinpoint with a couple things because it’s been a multitude of them over the last 4 years. I’ve realized fail after fail after fail of trying to make this fitness thing stick was because I wasn’t in a routine – I didn’t make time to eat right, work-out and was never serious enough to make it work. I made this lifestyle work around my current life, and slowly but surely it became part of who I am today.
I broke barriers of what others thought of me when it came to becoming fit, eating this vs. that, constantly saying “I have to go work-out” and how I chose to go about doing it. I found a spark in myself and have tried every single day to keep the flame alive to see what I’m capable of this time around.
The best project you will ever work on is yourself, so make yourself proud.
VIGOR ON*