Late August of 2013 I was 210lbs, heavier than when I gave birth, and miserable. I couldn’t run because I kept twisting my ankle (seriously, almost every freakin day) and that was all I really knew about weight loss. I’d had an eating disorder for a decade prior to me getting pregnant and I didn’t want to go from one unhealthy extreme to the other and back again. My husband suggested weight lifting and I gave it a shot.
I LOVED IT. I did almost no cardio, maybe only once or twice a month. It was all just heavy lifting. I have a bit more cardio now, but probably not as much as I “should,” lol. I didn’t follow any diet, although I did find that some things did not sit well while lifting (pasta, most notably) and avoided them. I don’t enjoy soda, and I slowly gave up alcohol altogether. But as far as diet goes, that’s really it.
I’ve come a long way since these photos, but this is a pretty good showcase of the start of my transformation. It doesn’t show me at my heaviest (or my current), but I no longer have rolls of back fat. I no longer wear sweaters during the summer. I lost almost 10" around my waist.
I can bench 150lbs, deadlift 275lbs, and squat 225lbs. I love being strong, and I love not having that anorexic/bulimic voice in my head telling me what I need to weight to be worth something. I weigh 185 and I’m in better shape than I was at 135 (in fact, I started running 5Ks this year and am registered for a half-marathon in October).
I’m continuing my lifting because it’s a hobby now. But it’s great knowing that I’m in shape and got in shape the healthy way for the first time in my life.