Part 4

As promised, here is more about my fitness journey.

In part 3, I left off stating I was in control of my workouts, (for the most part), but how I struggled with my diet.

Now, I have never liked saying, “I’m on a diet.” Because lexically, it’s the kinds of food that a person, animal, or community habitually eats. Thus, all day, errday, we are dieting. Yet, the other definition states, a special course of food to which one restricts oneself, either to lose weight or for medical reasons. And that’s why I don’t like to use the term diet without emphasizing which meaning, and having to explain oneself, can be dragging.

Anyways, the point here is that I had a problem eating healthy. I tried but didn’t count my calories. I didn’t stray from carbs. Are you kidding me? Carbs are energy. What I really meant to say, is carbs are life. I love carbs. I cannot give up carbs easily, and I will not get over myself. That’s how I’m wired. I love my pasta accompanied with my garlic bread(s). Mmm! And then some. Which is why I was able to maintain my weight and not grow. But that led to a plateau. And for my Spanish speaking friends, I don’t mean another plato, although since I’m all about honesty, yes, I would still have seconds. Sorry, I saw my opportunity for a pun and I had to take it. In this case, though, it’s in my primary language. For those who don’t speak Spanish, don’t worry, it’s not as funny as I think it is.

Anywho, I’m straying. Possibly, because I am hungry and writing about food has my mind all over the plate place. So, yes, I struggled with portion control. I don’t like to say, struggle, because I actually didn’t really care about it. But if I wanted to get out of my plateau, I had to change my eating habits a bit more. That and go back to my workouts. Because, if you recall, I did end Insanity prior to the last day. And I took those 2 weeks off. But I kept the same eating habits and the scale was picking up on it. Ah, yes, back to the time when I checked my weight regularly. Now, I’m not much about that number, but I do check it here and there. But this is now, that was then.

So, I had to get back on track. Back to the new program, I heard about. Except, when I tried it, it wasn’t so new, but new to me so that’s fair enough. t25 And I was looking forward to this one even more than Insanity. I could’ve gone back and tried to finish the program the second time, but the workouts were too long. I was a full-time student and employee, I didn’t have enough energy nor time. Time was my biggest factor too. And I know, some can say, nonsense, you do have time when you make it. But no, I recall not having much of it working 50 hours weekly and taking 5 classes each semester and the homework, plus a social life. Which became close to non-existent. But again, different story. The point is, finally a workout I could squeeze in and I wouldn’t feel so guilty for eating the way I did without working out.

Thus, began my Focus T25 journey. And I absolutely was wrong about it. I thought, that because it is only for 25 minutes, I’d be able to complete it with ease, hahaha, I was wrong. That’s what taking 2 weeks off can do to a person who once was used to working out. Now, that I think of it, it might have been more than 2 weeks. But not more than a month. Either way, it was harder than I thought. But I welcomed the challenge even after I almost wanted to quit. I did cry, but afterward, I told myself that I was going to commit to this program and not quit because it was harder than I thought it would be.

Oh, am I glad that I continued it. I saw even greater results. I did, I really did. And somehow that allowed me to quit coke cold turkey. And I felt great all over. I didn’t quit my carbs, but I limited them. And I noticed great results. I began to have comments on my IG pictures of how people wanted me to become part of their accountability groups.

I was flattered. And I found communities that helped. And I wanted to help with the little I knew. And in this journey, I encountered many different things. And as a lover of learning, I welcomed it with open arms. It was amazing.

Not only was I losing weight and getting complimented, I was feeling good all over. My confidence boosted up and I felt healthy. I felt like those people on infomercials. Except I lacked the six pack, but that’s okay. I just wanted the health benefits and it was worth every sweat.

My biggest accomplishment was sticking through with a workout that was convenient for me. And quitting coke. I had been drinking that sugary drink forever. And I quit it just like that. I was able to commit. And I felt I truly belonged. My results must have been so great that I was even recruited to become a Coach. I know. Who would’ve thought? Not my 13-year-old self. Not one bit.

I took the opportunity. I liked it, but I didn’t enjoy it enough. I had too much on my plate. And this time it wasn’t food. Balancing too many things took a toll on me. And stress, so I had to focus on my education prior. I had to quit the coaching, but it served me well. And maybe one day I’ll go back for seconds.

For now, I’d like to end saying that it stayed this pleasant. That I stayed committed and I never went back to my overweight ways, but that would be a lie. But I rather not get into any sappy stuff for today. I’ll end on a good note on how awesome I felt to do this program not just once, but twice. And I felt at my best.

But it doesn’t end there. It’s an ongoing journey, and there’s more to tell. But I’ll do so next Friday in part 5 of my fitness journey.