What is the “ideal weight”?
Depending on your height, gender and overall body composition, your “ideal” body shape/weight is probably much different than mine or the next person’s. But if you’re really honest with yourself, could your “ideal” goal actually be settling for less than what you are capable of achieving? When I started running with a friend prior to my wedding in 2001, I busted through the plateau of 145 lbs (which I had endured since puberty) and finally realized that I had been selling myself short when I frequently told myself: “my body is curvy and I’ll never be a ‘thin’ girl…it’s just not my body type”.
LIES! LIES! LIES!
The truth is, my body was more than capable of being “thin”. And I was amazed to see my butt, hips, thighs and everything else transform before my very eyes as the 20 pounds of fat melted off — revealing a very “thin” girl underneath it all.
I have a good friend who will tell you, after she lost nearly 100 pounds, she cried in the change room the first time she fit into a size she never thought would be possible. I had that same experience the first time I fit a size 2. After simply accepting the fact that I would always be an 8/10, I literally blew my own mind the day I easily zipped up those size 2 pants. I mean, it was an out-of-body experience, people. I suddenly realized how much I had settled all those years past. I had lied to myself about not having a certain body type or some other mumbo-jumbo crap simply because it was easier to use that excuse than it was to work hard to change my reality.
To answer one reader’s question regarding my personal “ideal weight”, I have maintained 128 pounds for the past two years and it’s about as thin as I need to be. It takes me a lot of clean eating and a few sweat sessions a week to stay there. I’ve weighed less at a few points and it looked like I was wasting away. My husband’s actual words were “you know, it’d be okay if you put on five pounds or so…”. I kid you not.
Unfortunately, our all-inclusive vacation in Spain and the move to the US threw me for a loop and had me packin’ an extra ten by the time the new year rolled around. Let’s just say that me and 138 pounds don’t get along.
Working out five days a week shed the first five pounds but that lest pesky five was going no where. Desperate times call for desperate measures so as you know, beginning in mid-January, I outlawed almost all greasy/fatty food and have been off all forms of sugar. Then to bring it to a whole new level of crazy, I started Jillian Michael’s Making The Cut program which involves intense, muscle-building, fat-burning workouts almost every single freakin’ day. Oh, and did I mention I’m training for a half-marathon somewhere in there?
The Jillian Michael’s program finally broke me out of my 132 lb plateau and at the halfway point (Day 15), I had lost three inches in my waist, hips, thighs and three pounds — with a lot more muscle definition than ever before, too (I’ll save the gun show for another post).
With 10 more days of the program, I’m going to get even more strict about what/when I’m eating and have to wonder, by the end of the 30 days, will I have an actual six-pack?!?! For now, the faint beginnings of one will have to do. It’s like the dangling carrot that keeps me coming back for more pain.