In my first post I mentioned that this started due to a doctor's visit. Two years ago I went to go get birth control and my OBGYN decided to run a ton of tests because my vitals were awful for a 29 year old. Actually they were awful for anyone. I had high blood pressure, sky high heart rate, morbid obesity and after some blood tests it was determined I had high cholesterol and was pre-diabetic. I was basicly a corn dog, a heart attack on a stick. I had never really taken a good look at my myself from a health point of view and how my habits were afecting me. My doctor told me it was time to get healthy or take Welbutrin and consider gastric bypass. I wanted neither and I knew it was time to cut the shit! About 3 months prior to this epiphany, I turned 29 and decided to drink everyday of my last twenty something year and party like there was no tomorrow. That ended right there. At first I actually took the healthy approach, I thought. I started eating what I thought was healthy. I hated cooking (which hasn't changed), and bought a ton of those ass-tastic supposidly healthy frozen meals, "wheat" bread and juice instead of soda. Needless to say I saw no results. I went back to the drawing board and looked at what I was doing. That's when things got real.
I put myself on a all natural very low calorie diet. I knew I was to heavy to workout so at this point I wasn't even bothering. I was eating 800 calories per day. Now at the weight I was at and still living a sedentary life this is comprable to anyone who has gastric bypass surgery. I got rid of processed meals and started to cook. I learned portions and the weight started to come off. About one year into this diet plan I lost about 100 pounds and at that point started exercising. I started with a walking program and weight training. I have to be honest. I f&*cking hated it. It was the most boring plan I ever had. As an exercise physiologist it was right from the book. NEVER AGAIN!! I had always wanted to be a runner secretly. I was always told I was too slow or too fat. At the time this was true. Unfortunately no one in my past had ever heard of training or it's called I run for fun. I decided to give it a try. I started running 5 minutes 5 days per week at the end of an hour of walking. The first five minutes seemed longer than any marathon I've ever ran! Unfortunately around this time shit hit the fan.
I had went through some pretty messed up guy adventures and it took a toll on my mental health. I took it out on my body. At a certain point I was running 3-4 miles per day only eating around 600 calories per day. My hair fell out, my thyriod crashed and I looked awful. It was obvious to everyone but myself. I lost about 55 pounds in 3 months. At this point I was running 6 days a week and I got the magical entry into the Boston marathon and everything changed. I went to a nutrionist who basically served to me my ass on a platter! She also gave me a healthy eating plan we both could live with. I also started seeing a really good therapist that specialized in anorexia and started to heal. clearly from the picture Boston was a success and so was Wakefield, plus a messed up half marathon in Newburyport. I still struggle everyday, it's not easy! At this point in my life food is not what makes me happy. Running, new adventures and friends and family make me happy. I no longer wake up wanting a cranberry vodka or a donut. So there it is, how this idiot changed her life and now runs everyday torturing the citizens of Boston and the surrounding towns:). Medium pace run today and I promise tomorrow's post will be lighter!
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