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Tuesday, January 11, 2011


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After my first 2 weeks of eating right, I started to feel better physically and emotionally.  I was feeling pretty good about things. To be honest, I really didn't feel ready to embark on this seemingly impossible task but I had found resolve. I was going to do this whether I wanted to or not and I was running with the mantra... 

'Fake it 'til you make it'.

Two weeks in, I started exercising. I was doing about 15-20 minutes of weight training and weight resistance by means of dumbbells, lunges, and squats. In addition, I was doing about 15-20 minutes of the Wii fit. At around four weeks, I dropped the Wii fit (it wasn't getting my heart rate up consistently) and replaced that with a Wii workout program called My Fitness Coach. I did either a 15 min workout or a 30 min workout depending on my schedule, my mood, and how sore I was. 

On average, I was working out around 30-45 minutes/day. Everyday. No excuses. I hated it but I knew it had to be done. Some days I would do the 'let's try to talk myself out of the working out' thing all day long and find myself working out at 10pm. But I always did it. There were days my muscles were so sore or I would be sick hacking up a lung...NO EXCUSES. I did it no matter what. It sucked but I made a promise to myself and I knew I had to put 150% into this. So I went balls-to-the-wall. 

And then I had my first weigh-in. NADA. Not one friggin pound. 

And then I had my second weigh-in. NOTHING. 

Two more weigh-ins later, still nothing. 

I wanted to cry until I couldn't cry anymore. I wanted to curl in a ball in bed. I was devastated. I am not exaggerating. For an entire month, I ate perfectly and worked out every day. Every single damn day. WTH was going on? I did lose a few inches but that didn't console me, it didn't even come close. My husband Jay was wonderful. He saw how hard I was working and he knew I was doing everything right. I was exercising, I was eating enough (but not too much), and I was eating lots of vegetables, lean meats, whole grains, and cut out all the crap foods. He would tell me to hang in there, that I was building muscle, & that it would all start to come together. He promised me. But I didn't believe it. 

I cried a lot over it, I was scared something was wrong with me. I mean how can a 260 pound woman who did nothing and ate like a sumo wrestler NOT have results after exercising everyday and eating correctly? I could NOT fathom it, and I processed all of it as a failure. I was a failure. I was destined to be fat and miserable. Yes, I had my pity party moments. I'm not proud of it, but I'm human and hell, I was at a loss. But guess what? I allowed myself times to pout, but I would snap myself out of it and get back on that damn horse. I never gave up.

Two months and 8 weigh-ins later and I was still not dropping the weight. I had lost a little bit of inches and that of course shows progress, but there was something going on. Something was wrong. I was certain. I called my regular doctor and they suggested I go see a nutritionist. I stated I was eating correctly and didn't think that was the problem. I had worked with a nutritionist during my pregnancies and was certain I knew how to eat. But I went ahead and made the appointment anyway. Sure enough, I was eating perfectly. I had been writing down everything I was eating and I had an exercise log. The nutritionist was impressed with my knowledge (ya, too bad I didn't put it to use years ago) and told me I was doing everything right. Now what? I decided to make an appointment with the nutritionist I had seen during my pregnancies. I really liked her and she taught me most of what I knew anyway. Maybe she would have some answers. I found out I had something called Insulin Resistance.

What is Insulin Resistance?

 Insulin Resistance is when your insulin levels are chronically elevated. High insulin levels cause more glucose to be converted to fat and stored in fat cells. Even worse, insulin also prevents the release of fat from the fat cells. So the fat gets trapped inside the fat cells and often no matter what amount of diet or exercise your doing, that fat stays trapped. People with insulin resistance (and most don't know they have it) have a lot of trouble losing weight. Insulin resistance can lead to many metabolic disorders, mainly type 2 diabetes. Ok, so now what? Well, the plan was to keep doing what I was doing but make some minor changes. First, cut out all refined and processed foods. For the most part, I honestly was already doing that, but I was drinking diet pop and sometimes eating those 100 calorie pack snacks. Also, I was to increase the weight training. Weight training exercises are known to help tremendously with insulin resistance. Again, I was already doing this, but I took it up a notch.

At my FOUR MONTH mark of working out everyday and eating right, I still had not dropped any weight. For the level of dedication and intensity I was putting into this, there should've definitely been some success. I was sooo discouraged. 

I have to interject here though and restate, I was feeling better. I felt more healthy and stronger. I knew something right and good was happening inside me but damn, I wanted to drop the weight. Every weigh-in resulted in me crying. But I never gave up. And I mean never. NOT ONCE did I sneak a cookie, or skip a workout, or have an extra helping. Believe me or don't believe me. But I was dead serious about this. I had failed over and over for 10 years trying to lose weight. This time I was determined to once and for all lose this damn weight. It was cut-throat time.

      I would NOT be the reason for failure this time. If my body wasn't going to cooperate and it was going to 'resist' losing weight, it wasn't going to be because of me.

      I am a stubborn Dego. There were times I was hating life and I wanted to give up a hundred times. I REFUSED. It was war. I honestly looked at it like war. I am not kidding. This bitch was not going down without a fight. For reals. 

I was sick of being fat and unhappy. I was sick of not even being able to get comfortable in a chair or in my bed. It broke my heart that my 3 1/2 year old couldn't wrap her arms around me and give me a hug. I was done living this way.

      I never before in my life felt this strongly. Before I would have given up months and months ago. I don't know what it was this time but I just KNEW this was my last chance. If I wasn't gonna do this before I turned 40, I wasn't gonna do it. Everybody is different. For me, I just knew this was my last chance for happiness and good health. And it was on. It was on like Donkey Kong...


My body got on board with the damn program. I can't explain it but one day I woke up and everything felt in sync. Almost immediately, I began noticing my clothes getting bigger on me and I started looking smaller. I mean, I looked noticeably smaller each week. I started shrinking. I was still huge and most people who didn't know me well didn't see any differences. But I did. And I wasn't imagining it. Oh, it was ON.

      I was psyched and it lit a new and even more intense fire under my ass

I upped the weight training and weight resistance exercises even more and for a longer amount of time. I was also doing the My Fitness Coach workouts 30 minutes a day and let me tell you, those were getting intense. The program is set up so that it grows more difficult as you get stronger and more fit. That shit was a sweat fest, fo sho. It took 4 long grueling months, but I finally hit my stride. And let me tell you folks, it never let up. 

I NEVER hit a plateau after those 4 months. Never.

Now, I wasn't dropping crazy amounts of weight, but it was slow and steady. I averaged a 5 lb weight loss each month as well as losing around 4-5 inches every month, give or take. 

But after what I went through the first 4 months, it was freakin' awesome to see the scale, the measuring tape, and my clothes all showing signs of success...consistently. I attribute never hitting another plateau to the large amount of muscle mass I had gained. All that muscle was keeping my metabolism going and was burning calories for me all day long.

I have had a lot of successes over the past two years, but it needed to be told how shitty the beginning was for me. It sucked major.

     I was beside myself. I thought all my hard work was for nothing. I learned an invaluable lesson. 


For me, it took my body forever to get with the program and bust through what was holding it back. But it was all that hard work that finally made it happen. 

If I would have given up, it would have been the end of me. I would've never tried again. I would have justified it by saying 'I did the right thing for months and months and never cheated and it didn't work, so why bother'. 

Perseverance and dedication can overcome anything. I truly believe that now. With every ounce of me, I believe it. Never give up, never look back, and keep on fighting. 

It is so absolutely and so incredibly....worth it. 


"I do not think there is any other quality so essential to success of any kind as the quality of perseverance. It overcomes almost everything, even nature"  John D. Rockefeller

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