For me, it was after my trip to Myrtle Beach in August 2011. I definitely knew I was not as healthy as I should be, but it wasn't until I saw pictures of myself that I realized I was letting my weight get out of hand.
Yeah, that's me back in August...
For me, that picture was a rude awakening. For someone who had been in her 120s in high school, hitting the 160s was a sad realization. Unfortunately I didn't jump right on to the weight loss bandwagon at that point. I waited until my husband left to start going to training and deployment. We ate out quite frequently to spend time together. This might be a good point to bring in the fact that my husband can eat whatever he wants, and he averages about 128 pounds at 6 feet tall. It also might be a good point to mention that I have no willpower.
If the picture was not enough to make me realize that I needed to make a change, a woman at church came up to me and told me that she heard "that [we] were expecting again." Well, no one had ever said that. Come to find out, my tummy was big enough that people thought I was pregnant. Ouch.
If the picture was not enough to make me realize that I needed to make a change, a woman at church came up to me and told me that she heard "that [we] were expecting again." Well, no one had ever said that. Come to find out, my tummy was big enough that people thought I was pregnant. Ouch.
Anyway, come October, during our daughter's first birthday party, I was about 165 pounds. I was depressed and obsessed with my weight. In no way did I feel attractive, no matter how much my mom and my husband told me I wasn't "fat" (because I constantly asked that question).
When my husband left for Texas to get ready for deployment, I became serious about losing weight. My dad had been insisting that I try P90x, but I had resisted for a long time. I had done the Ripped in 30 off and on for a few months and I rather liked it, even though I was not nearly consistent enough to get real results. In October though, I finally wanted real results, and I wanted them now!
All it takes to get motivated, though, is that moment of realization. Whether it is a picture of you at the beach that makes you want to cry, or the woman who makes you realize that you are starting to look pregnant again, we all need one to get on the right track. It's that motivation that gets us going and makes us have the desire to lose the weight!
I can happily say, the 165 pound-Angelica is long gone. She is about 25 pounds gone, in fact! I hope I never see her again.
I can happily say, the 165 pound-Angelica is long gone. She is about 25 pounds gone, in fact! I hope I never see her again.
And that is me like two weeks ago. I think it's a very big improvement. (Not to mention I'm in a sweater dress!)
