It's transformation Tuesday again. I know, I know, I wrote about keeping it classy a few posts ago, but guess what I'm still covered up. I'm not posing in Thongs. I was actually told by a friend that if I wanted to see a true transformation that I should put on the same swim suit I took my before's in. So, here ya go :)
Now that I got that out of the way, here's my transformation story. I haven't gone much into it only because I didn't know where to start. It's a long battle and could hurt others feelings if I shared all the juicy details (one of my main motivators in a not so good way, was a family member). So here it goes!
I have been battling yo-yo dieting and constant criticism for how big I was from middle school until now. Honestly, I was big, but not THAT big. But because I believed every hater known to man, I kept eating emotionally. I got up to a not so healthy weight of 189lbs. I am only 5'5 and while that isn't TOO terrible in looks, it was starting to take its toll on my health. June of 2011 was my wake up call. For months I had terrible side pains, couldn't keep food down, and was throwing up solid chunks of food that didn't even look like I bit out of it. Something was terribly wrong. I was working out when I could, but kept gaining weight and it definitely was not muscle. It took 3 puking sessions later when my mom was finally home to see it and she came in to check on me and said "oh that doesn't look good." For those that know who read my posts, my mom could be equivalent to a doctor with her past of 2 battles with cancer and our car accident with the semi over 10 years ago. For those that don't know. Now you do. So when mom says it's not good, then it's REALLY not good. Next morning I went in for emergency surgery to have my gall bladder removed. I was told had I waited any longer it would have erupted which can be fatal. Good call Mom!!! (BTW as much as we all hate it, our parents usually do know best lol).
I lost 10 lbs immediately from that, but guess what I let it all go to my head and started eating shit food again. I started having anxiety attacks along with all of it. I eventually got put on medicine for it. They were terrible, thought I was having a heart attack and it always happened once I was asleep. So waking up to that feeling, while living alone and you bet your ass I freaked out even more than what the anxiety attack was already giving me.
Move along a couple years and I meet Brandon (the handsome feller in the picture with me). He has absolutely been the best motivator and cheerleader to my successes. But beyond that, he loved me for me. He didn't care about my size, he cared about me, so when I told him I was ready to do this, he gave me 100% support and 10 months later into this fitness journey he's still standing here (We've been together for a year total). I don't know if I could have had better timing to meet him. Ladies and Gents, when you fall in love and you meet someone who you trust and love, you start to do things to better yourself so you have more time together in the future :)
So, April 1st rolled around. I woke up like any other regular day. Said good morning to the BF (He lived in Colorado at the time. We were 15 hours apart for 9 months of our relationship), and then headed into the bathroom to get ready for the day. I walked past the mirror and did a double take. I don't know what made me do it. Maybe it was the jiggling from my arms, or the sound of my thighs rubbing together and needed to double check I was the only one in the house, but either way I looked over and said "Wtf are you doing to yourself Ang" Yes, I said this out loud to myself. I answered myself too (joys of when I lived alone. No one to talk to LOL). That day, I went to the store and bought a new outfit and I took my measurements and headed to my gym at my complex. At the time I only knew my waist, hips and my weight measurements, so that's mostly what I go off of.
10 months later, I have dropped 33.5 pounds weighing in at 155.5 (gained a few when I started putting on muscle), lost 7 inches off my waist, 4 inches off my hips, and lost 2 pant sizes. After my battle of weight issues, I'm finally seeing definition in my arms, abs and legs. I am also doctor, ER, and immediate care visit free for over a year now and no longer take meds for my anxiety.
Hard work pays off my friends :) This has taken 10 months. Not one day. And I am still going, so remember that when you get frustrated because you aren't seeing results right away. It takes time. And please take the time so that you can do the right form, the right nutrition plan for you, and be proud of your results.
These pictures are purely my results. No shakes, no pills, no fad diets. Clean eating and persistence only.
Don't ever give up :)
~Ditty
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