In December, I started to grow frustrated with my weight. It was not even good into the holiday season and I was already looking like a juicy turkey. I began a new job in September and found little time to hit the gym. As I packed on about 10 pounds on top of the 8 pounds that I already wanted to lose I said, "Fawk this shat!" My Christmas request was a 30 day membership to the boot camp classes I grew to love but found reasons not to attend. I was sick of my thighs having a meeting without an invitation. Here are the three things I did to lose pounds and, most importantly, inches from January until May:
1. Cut the bullshit. Meaning cut the excuses and the crappy food choices. I stopped lying to myself and got real about my health and my goals. I would tell myself I hadn’t gained that much weight because I could still fit my jeans. But my jeans now included a muffin top and required some acrobats to get into. If I wanted to see change, I needed to be honest. I was on the verge of plumpness.
2. Commit to my plan. I told myself I would work out a minimum of 4 days a week and focus on making better food choices. I consistently did that even when I did not want to do it. That meant getting up at 5:30 am to workout and adjusting the foods I ate. I focused on whole foods, limited my sugar intake, and introduced oatmeal as a quick breakfast option. And I despised oatmeal. No, like I really fawking hated oatmeal. The texture is rude and unnecessary but I pushed through because… #BodyGoals. I forced myself to like it because it is a complex carb and has a good deal of nutritional value. I made sure it was quality oatmeal that isn’t packed with sugar.
3. Pimp the scale. I was a slave to the number that appeared as I gently stepped onto the scale as if me easing onto it would make me weight less. If I hadn’t lost weight, I’d grow frustrated. If I lost more than I anticipated, I’d treat myself for days until I was back at square one, ugh. Both counterproductive. So I stopped and paid attention to the way I looked and felt. As the changes became more noticeable, the less I cared about the scale.
Here are pictures (L to R) of me in January, February, and most recently in May. The difference in these pictures is only 14 pounds. My mid-section and breast are smaller. My butt received a slight lift, just squint a lil bit you will see it. My waist went from 32.5 inches to 30.25 while my hips went from 44.75 inches to 43.5 inches.
This picture on the left is from late December and the picture on the right is from last weekend! I honestly did not notice the changes until I saw the pictures of me in the black and white dress. I see me everyday so I can be my own worst critic. But baaaabbby, look at that waist chile! This is motivation to keep going.
There are so many ways to achieve your goals but you MUST stick to the plan. “Don’t be upset at the results you don’t see because of the work you didn’t do.” Take control of what you want and go for it. My next goal is to tone up and get me some Angela Basset arms in case I have to Tina Turner someone. The limo scene though, you know when Ike wasn’t readyyyyyy. Summer 17 is here, let’s do this!