Exactly a year ago from today, I decided to change my lifestyle. I am 5’7” and I was weighing over 200lbs in December. I let myself “enjoy” The holidays without restricting myself. On January 2nd I flew out to visit my mom that lives in Colombia. Her eyes opened wide when she first saw me walk through the airport doors. I wasn’t sure if she was in shock or just anxious to see me.
All my life I had loved with my mother. She was always on top of what I are and how I took care of myself. She kept me active, doing extracurricular activities in school and out of school.
She was a single mother with two children but I never struggled, and she always made sure of that.
It was my junior year of high school when I decided to move back to Miami from Colombia. I didn’t have my mom telling me what to eat and what not to eat. So I guess you can say I felt some sort of freedom when it came to food.
I was very active in my senior year. I was in the soccer team and swim team. I ate a lot but it never really showed.
Towards my last few months in high school is decided to try some insane diets in order to lose weight for prom. Feeling obligated to look good but didn’t realize it was more than the physical progress.
I stressed myself out trying the cayenne pepper diet, the cabbage soup diet, and I even tried the HCG diet which was the worst one! I lost the weight in a couple of weeks, but right after I stopped, I binged. Realize anyone will lose weight if they limit themselves to 500 calories a day. It was horrible. I lost 15 pounds and ended up gaining 35+lbs. it was a nightmare.
I began exercising a little and then once I felt a little improvement by the way my pants would fit.. I slacked off and set myself back once again.
I was playing with my weight as if it were a yo-yo!
Going back to where I started, when I visited my mom and she caught my changing before we headed out to run some errands. She said, “Wow Mi Negra, como estas de grande,” and as always I would get defensive and reply to her in a rude way, while all she was doing was being honest. I told her I knew and I didn’t need her pointing it out. She replied, “because I care and as your mother, I need and will always be honest with you because I love you.”
My eyes got watery and I felt a knot in my throat, she was right. If she didn’t tell me, who would? How far would I haven one until I realized I had to stop?
“Are you happy?” She asked. I didn’t hesitate to tell her no.
How was I to lie to my mom and tell her that her 19 year old daughter was happy buying Large clothes at New York and company. That I hated seeing my reflection on car windows, on store windows, and that I felt like I had to hide myself from myself in order to not feel depressed. & regardless when I did feel depressed I would just turn to food. THE FUCK?! Right?
But I’m not here to judge myself.
It’s been a year since I learned to LOVE myself.
How did I do it?
Well I wanted more than anything at the moment so I did anything in my power to make the situation better.
From one day to the next I cut down on sugar drinks. No sodas, no artificial juices, and no drinks that had ingredients I couldn’t pronounce.
I began drinking my coffee straight black and no sugar, not easy to get used to but it helped me a lot with my metabolism in the mornings.
Also, I stopped consuming white bread and white rice. Heavy unnecessary carbs that could be replaced with other foods that were actually beneficial for me and my body.
I stopped eating red meat and pork. My body didn’t miss it at all, I began to feel less lazy and more active as I began to fuel my body differently.
I was trying to focus the first three months on eating habits. Since I’ve always been athletic, exercising wasn’t the challenge, it was in the kitchen where I would fuck up.
In order to make sure I did it right, I didn’t overwhelm myself with a thousand goals in one month.
Every week I will set up little goals to reach throughout the month. Baby steps.
I would skate or speed walk at least 30mins everyday just to be a little active. It wasn’t until 12 weeks that I decided to join a gym.
I decided to step our of my comfort zone and begin lifting. As the months passed by, I kept trying new things and found my passion for hot yoga.
When I did yoga three times for a month I saw amazing progress in the way my skin was tightening. My arms felt amazing and I realized I could enjoy this whole journey as long as I opened my mind to different things and people.
I also started researching GMO foods and realized that it’s much more than eating to get lean, but eating to get healthier. Things that won’t mess with my body in the future.
That motivated even more, it inspired me to continue what I was doing but with even more knowledge and determination.
I didn’t let loose pants get me off track but actually motivated me to push harder. It was up to me how far I wanted to get. & that is exactly what I did.
Now looking back, I regret nothing and I’m proud of myself for getting this far without falling back.
Now I enjoy inspiring and motivating others to do what I did. Not exactly through my path but for everyone to see that you don’t need gimmicks to reach your full potential. It’s all up to you.
The moment you begin to surround yourself with the right people and the right vibes, the world is yours.
If you have any questions, I will be more than glad to answer them the best I can. I’m here to help:)
You are such an inspiration. I admire you, you have given me strength to start my journey. Me puedo conectar con tu testimonio y entiendo ESOs momentos negativos cuando UNO se siente menos.