As I progressed through my early teens, I stopped playing outside as much and was more content with watching television, playing video games, or surfing the web. So my weight consequently rose with my poor eating habits. Although I may have enjoyed living like that at that time, I had no idea how negatively it was affecting my health. However, I did have concerns with what it made me look like.
When you're a teenager, looks seem to mean everything. It could determine whether you had a lot of friends, were invited to parties, and had a significant other. When I was 15, I desperately wanted to be popular and loved. I just felt that my looks got into the way.
Emotional eating was a vicious cycle for me. You eat, you feel bad about being overweight, so you eat again to feel better. Repeat. I felt that I literally had no control.
It wasn't until I was 15 that something happened within my body which ended my binge eating streak. I was never given an official diagnosis, but for 2 years, I was extremely ill. Every morning, I would wake up and have terrible stomach pains that would send me heaving over the toliet, even if I had nothing in my stomach. I would refuse most of my meals because if I ate, I would normally throw it back up. So my relationship with food turned from obsession to rejection.
After losing 30+ pounds, that's when I started to obsess with my weight. I developed disordered eating. I would starve myself by trying to eat below 1000 calories every day and lost even more weight, stooping to an all-time low of 95 pounds on my 5'7" frame. I was weak, unhappy, and at a breaking point in my life! Why couldn't I just be like everyone else?!
It wasn't until my boyfriend of 2 years was killed in a car accident that I woke up! Our last argument that very day was centered around my eating disorder. Though we never left each other that day on a bad note, I will always regret that my obsessive behavior with food and weight affected our relationship.
I started making an effort towards eating better and working out.
It was around that time that I was first introduced to Beachbody. I tried a few of their workouts here and there (my very first was Hip Hop Abs!), but would give up too early. I was impatient, plan and simple. That's what made the programs unsuccessful. It was me, not the workout. I would simply shrug it off, making excuses that I didn't get results I wanted because it was related to my genetics or that I was too busy.
Somehow, I did work up the patience and became a runner. After devoting so much time to training, it finally clicked! I never started off running marathons. I was barely able to run for more than a minute straight when I first started. In fact, it took MONTHS before I was even able to run a 5k within 30 minutes. Then, it took a couple of years to get to the point where I took on marathons.
Obviously, my success did not happen overnight. I had to work years for it. Seeing as though I was able to put in the time and effort to train both my body and mind to run distance, I could invest a couple of months to gain the muscle that running couldn't offer. Sure, I was extremely busy being a full-time employee and dedicating hours to running, but I had to convince myself that I had the time to invest in achieving my personal goals. I wasn't going to let time rob me of my dreams. In fact, I wanted to stop dreaming about my goal body and just work my ass off for it!
As a user of the Beachbody programs, I thought that taking on a position as a coach would not only help me hold myself accountable, but help motivate others to strive to reach their goals as well. Having a support group is extremely motivating and has been one of the reasons I have been able to stick to P90X3 for this long! I want to be able to help someone get through the tough times by showing them that "Hey, I did it and this is how far I've come!"
If I can work through being overweight and underweight to becoming fit and healthy, so can you!!
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