This blog is to keep track of my weight loss journey.
There will be before and after pictures every month, so proceed with caution.
Background:
I've been overweight since I was 11 years old. All throughout middle school and high school I was big. I wore a size 14/16 (mostly 16). No one teased me about my weight, but the saying is true - we are our own worst critic. I hated the way I looked, and I still do. I look at past pictures, and I look like a disgruntled 35 year old with buck teeth who collects dolls (my sister knows the particular picture I'm talking about). I've grown into my 'mature' looks now, and I think my face fits my age. But not my body. I want a body of a 22-almost-23 year old! I'm supposed to be at my prime! I don't want the body of a lady who has had 19 kids...and counting.
My friend Sarah made it onto The Biggest Loser this season. I am so excited for her! (Go Pink Team!) But I'm also so jealous. She's going to come back all hot and fit while I'm still sitting here like a
blob. That's what I do - I sit. I sit at work behind a desk all day. I sit and watch a movie at home or in the theater (usually with popcorn), and I sit at night and read or play games or look on the computer.
But, on January 1st, my roommate took my "before" pictures - front view, side view, and back view of my blob with a sports bra and booty shorts. 2011 is going to mean something. It's time for a change - (that may be the 1,000
th time I've said that) - but this year is different. I can feel it in my bones. I am going to post pictures of my monthly progress - from all angles. I'm going to tell you my weight. That is a BIG step! I've only ever told 3 people my weight - my sister, my roommate, and my cousin.
History:
At my heaviest, I weighed in at 202.4 pounds. I couldn't believe it when I hit the 200's. I never expected that to happen. In high school, I always stayed in the 175-185 range. When I turned 20, I started dating a boy. What do you do when you date someone? You go out to eat a lot, you watch movies with popcorn and candy and soda, and you sit around or go for drives. You get so comfortable with the person, who cares if you've put on 20 or 30 pounds, right? I knew my jeans were getting tighter and tighter, but I just ignored it. I started buying more clothes with the XL label than L. The relationship ended, but not my bad eating habits. I blame him for introducing me to Del Taco's chicken soft tacos. Yum!
After being horrified with myself for reaching the 200's, I started eating a little better and getting more active. I got down to 195 and stayed within 3 pounds of that number for a long time. I went to Hawaii in April of 2010, and I weighed 195. I didn't think that I really looked that awful - just a little overweight. BUT then I saw the pictures of myself. I saw the 40 year old woman who was dissatisfied with the way she looked. Who had a tire around her stomach! She had a double chin and extra large thighs and could probably fly with her floppy arms! She needed to change!
So I did. I started going to my sister's house and used her elliptical. On Saturday mornings I would go for a walk/jog on a trail along Utah Lake. I was more aware of what I ate. I wasn't consistent, but it started to pay off. Slowly but surely, by the 23rd of August, I weighed 170.0! I lost 25 pounds, and 32 pounds from my highest weight of 202! I was floating on cloud 9 - my jeans were getting looser so I bought a pair of size 12 jeans. And then they started getting loose! My skirts that I wear to work were practically falling off of me. Size 16? Yeah right, those would slide off!
Well, on the same day that I weighed my lowest, I met the man of my dreams. We're in love, we talk about marriage, and I'm so happy. So I gained a few pounds - who cared? I was in love. I gained some more, but ignored it. My jeans were getting tighter. I thought we were staying pretty active and playing sports and going for walks (although most of the walks consisted of going to Macey's to get a twist ice cream cone). By January 1st, I worked my way up to 193 pounds (the easiest "work" I've ever done!) I gained 23 pounds in 4 months! The man of my dreams says he doesn't even notice...he's definitely a keeper.
Today:
So on January 1st, I started working out. One hour every day. And guess what? I've gained weight. This morning I weighed 195.4... that's +2.4 pounds in less than a week! I'm sliding back up to the 200's! And I've been kicking my own booty - what is up with that?! BUT, because I've been working out so hard, I think to myself "Well, I worked out really hard today, I can definitely have a few cookies" or "I woke up so early and worked out, what's a handful or two (or three or four) of chocolate chips?"
Goals:
My goal, overall, is to lose 60 pounds. To be in the 130-135 range. I'm 5' 4". I want to be healthy and I want to feel good about myself. I want to look at pictures and see a fit 23 year old smiling back. I want to look good in wedding pictures, whether it be May or August or whenever. I don't want to be out of breath just climbing some stairs. I don't want the librarian at work to ask me when I'm due (true story - although I think she was just confusing me with the other secretary I work with who actually IS pregnant and ready to pop.)
I'm Grateful:
I AM very grateful for my body: I have all of my limbs, my skin is clear, I have no diseases, I don't get sick too often, and I'm pretty well-proportioned (except for the mini tire that's starting to encircle my waist.)
I have a great family, a nice place to live, a fun roommate, an awesome boyfriend, and good co-workers.
I have lots of work out videos and an elliptical. I live by the mountains and by lakes and there are a ton of hiking trails and an assortment of activities for me to try.
Most of my entries will not be this long. I hope to have daily updates for you, but for now (as Stephanie Nielson would say):
My name is Molly Siebach, and I am not my body.