A few weeks after starting the job, I started to shake off
the cage of self-pity and despair that had kept me prisoner for so long. I was keeping myself busy, engaged, earning a
living, and I had even made a few friends.
Still, I looked in the mirror and felt like a failure. I was the heaviest I had ever been. I started to worry about my health and
decided that if I wanted to live a full, happy life, I needed to do something
about my weight and eating issues.
Food had long been the enemy. Growing up, I was always thin and was
obsessive about my eating habits. From college until several years into
adulthood, I struggled to maintain a healthy weight and to develop a healthy
relationship with food. Then, when I had
this epiphany in 2010, I slowly learned how to fuel my body, focusing less on
weight loss and more on health. A close
friend of mine wanted to try vegetarianism, so I decided to join her
challenge. I also started exercising on
a regular basis, starting with brisk walks – small steps. After a few months of this new regimen, I
lost about 25 pounds. I felt better,
mentally and physically. After keeping
that up for about a year, I lost a total of 65 pounds. Then, when I began to feel too weak and tired,
I decided it was time to add meat back into my diet.
I continued focusing on eating mainly fresh fruits and
vegetables, beans, nuts, lean meat and fish.
I ate dairy in small quantities.
I never worried about counting calories and never starved myself; I just
listened to what my body needed and made sure to get moving at least a few
times per week. The most effective – and
the most challenging – part of it all: learning not to eat my feelings. With the help of regular sessions with a
professional counselor, journaling, personal research on emotional eating, and
learning to seek more emotional support from family and friends, I managed to
get a handle on my emotional eating and lost a total of 85 pounds.
I have kept the weight off for
over 4 years, and I am more active and healthy than ever. Since that first day of my journey, I have
developed a love of running. I have completed numerous races over the last
several months, including my first half marathon. I went from feeling lifeless, struggling to get
through each day - let alone getting off the couch - to finding a true
passion. If I go a few days without a
run, I feel out of sorts. Nothing beats
that runner’s high and the solace of the outdoors – just you and your thoughts,
spending some quality time with Mother Nature.
I must emphasize that I am not an expert on health, fitness,
or life in general. Anyone close to me
knows that I am a huge dork with a sense of humor who just happens to be a
runner. This story is not intended to
provide professional advice, but hopefully it gives someone some motivation to
take that first step.