Monday, April 13, 2015

Day 91: The Golds Gym Challenge is Complete

This morning was the big day. I weighed in. I can't believe it is over. The challenge that consumed my life is complete. I feel so many emotions right now. Happiness, relief, pride, and a hint of sadness. Now, I am on my own to finish what we started.
 
For those of you on your own journey. Good luck. Mine is not over. I'll still be blogging when the mood strikes; but for now, I just have to keep trucking along to get to my end goal. Which is what you may wonder.... For now, I want to be a size 8 with guns, a ripped back and six pack. I think I can do it. Nothing else has been impossible so far.
 
One of the requirements for the challenge was for an essay to be written about your experience. Well, since ya'll know I actually enjoy writing, I wrote a novel. It's posted below this picture. It may be the realest thing I have written to date. 



 
 
"Hi, my name is Nicole and this is the story of a fit girl who lived in a fat girl’s body and the emotional and physical rollercoaster we went on the last 3 months. I guess I should start with a little background. I have always struggled with my weight. I was a skinny kid, a fat middle schooler, an average high schooler (addicted to diet pills, because I wasn’t skinny enough), and hot mess of an adult. Currently, I am 28 years old and in the last 10 years, I have weighed at a low 179 and a high 291. The most concerning jump has been within the last 4 years after I got off active duty from the Air Force. I went from 235 to 291. The crazy part was you would think this jump alone would cause me to really evaluate my life choices, but when I looked in the mirror I didn’t see a fat girl. I still saw someone beautiful. I saw someone funny, charming, smart, educated, talented, loved; I saw someone awesome. My problem was not the mirror. My problem was life. 
 
I started to realize my weight was an issue slowly, I noticed when I was on the metro, my butt was encroaching on the passenger sitting next to me,and this embarrassed me. When I went to the theater, I could not comfortably fit in the seat. I had to pay more to go skydiving. I worried about weight limits for things like zip lining or Segway tours. Honestly, it was a crapshoot whether or not my behind would properly fit in the seats at amusement parks. I was already irritated that I couldn’t fit into my favorite clothing brands anymore. I was able to ignore that, but I could no longer ignore how my life was becoming limited by something that was completely controllable. 
 
Once I had this realization, I went to the doctor to have my thyroid checked… you know, because it is easier to blame a medical condition than to possibly admit you have a problem with bourbon, burgers, and bacon. I was normal, just obese with ridiculously high cholesterol for my age. The doctor looked at me and said, “At the rate you are going, you will have diabetes by 30 and dead by 60. You have to decide what to do about it.” 
 
So what did I do? I joined Gold’s Gym. I started out going to Zumba, Air Fit, and Yoga… all the fun classes… but I wasn’t losing any weight. My diet was still horrible, so I decided to start seeing Q for nutrition counseling. I did start to lose a little bit of weight, but my heart wasn’t in it. I did, however, learn a very important lesson about myself and that was in order to succeed I needed accountability. 
 
I was sitting at the smoothie bar one night when Caesare walked up and told me about the challenge. I looked over the personal training package and went home to think about it. I ultimately decided that if I were really going to do this, then choosing the training package for 3 times a week would give me the best chance to succeed. This is the best decision I have ever made. The challenge saved my life.
 
Since Q and I had built a relationship during my nutrition appointments, it was decided she would be my trainer. If it was anybody else, I don’t think I would have accomplished all that I have over these 12 weeks. Because of her patience and guidance, not only did I win a weight loss battle of epic proportions, I won a mental and emotional battle that I didn’t even know I was going to fight.
 
For the first 2 weeks of training, I was absolutely convinced she was a sadist and was in this only to try to kill me. My legs and arms felt like jelly, I couldn’t move without feeling every aching muscle in my body, honestly I wanted to throw in the towel, then the strangest thing started happening. I stopped hurting and started getting noticeably stronger. When training started, I couldn’t do a pushup to save my life. Within 4 weeks, I was doing right angle pushups and holding planks with ease. I could do 100 sit-ups with a 20-pound medicine ball as if it was nothing. I was doing “2-a-days” for the majority of the challenge, training with Q in the morning and coming back at night to do my favorite classes. I hit so many physical milestones during this challenge, I could write a book; but these are just the highlights.
 
I used to walk on the treadmill and watch all the “hardcore athletes” do Crossfit in awe of their ability, thinking to myself “maybe one day.” Now, I do Crossfit with them and love it. I’ve found a serious love for weightlifting. Vicki has somehow brought back all my flexibility from high school and my range of motion is significantly better than even when I was regularly seeing my chiropractor. I am also proud to say I no longer have any lower back pain.  But honestly, the thing I am most proud of is my newfound ability to run. I have always hated running with a passion. I hated it in high school when I played soccer and I hated it in the military when I had to run to keep my job… but for the last 6 weeks of the challenge, Q made me run every day, even the days I wasn’t with her. I got to the point I could run for 15 minutes without needing a break. To me, this was a major accomplishment because I truly enjoyed it, something I never thought possible.
 
The mental and emotional journey for me had the largest impact. One of my many struggles was my challenge with food and alcohol. These things were part of my identity. I am a self-proclaimed foodie. There was nothing I loved more than a gourmet meal and handcrafted cocktail. My hobbies were trying new restaurants and bars with friends; we ate out 5 or 6 times a week. Happy hour wasn’t just 2 drinks with co-workers, it turned into a 5-hour party. The largest things I had to break through were how I looked at food and the need to cut myself off from an environment that revolved around alcohol. 
 
When you take away 90% of what you do for fun, you have to fill the void with other activities. Something that was a bit surprising was that I started filling the void with healthy activities like hiking, golfing, laser tag, putt-putt, and seminars. I also started blogging about my journey. I needed an outlet to help me work through my emotions and to my surprise; it helped other people start their own weight loss and fitness journeys as well. 
 
Most importantly, my diet had to change or all of this would be for nothing. During the first 6 weeks, I asked Q for a list of food items I could eat that I wouldn’t have to think about. She wrote down things like whole grains, fruit, green veggies, lean meats etc., to get my body used to eating clean. She also limited my alcohol to a maximum of 4 drinks per sitting, no more than 2 times a week. 
 
It was hard and I had a couple mess up’s, but ultimately I got through it with her help and that of my friend, Joey. There is something to be said about having a partner do this challenge with you. He gave me strength when I didn’t think I could keep going and Q kept me accountable asking every day what I ate and how was my water consumption. They gave me strength to do what came next, something I never thought possible. I stopped drinking completely for the last 6 weeks and only ate eggs, oatmeal, fish, veggies, spinach, brown rice, sweet potatoes, and drank only water. Looking at food as a source of nutrition instead of a source of pleasure, may be the hardest thing I have ever done in my life. There were many days I broke down and cried myself to sleep, because my life as I knew it was drastically changing.
 
I couldn’t have done this without the support of my trainer, instructors, friends, and family who cheered me on the entire journey. I built relationships that will be with me forever. Now, I sit here writing this 43 pounds lighter, 14.25 inches smaller, with 4.7% less body fat, emotional over the fact that I was able to accomplish something in 12 short weeks, that I wasn’t even able to consider in 10 long years.  This is just the beginning for me, my journey isn’t over. I still have more to go before I am where I want to stay; but now thanks to the challenge, and my new friends, I absolutely know I can and I will."

4/14/2015 *UPDATE*: Yesterday, I received the phone call I had been waiting on. Judging was complete and I did it. I won the overall local woman's division and was submitted for the national competition. Even if I don't take nationals (which lets be serious, that would be freaking awesome), it still feels amazing to have won my home gym. Guess we will see what happens.





Sunday, April 12, 2015

Day 78-90: Winding Down

12 days until the end of the challenge. It almost feels surreal. I stopped posting daily because I would just run out of time by the end of the day, but I did keep notes.

Day 78, Tuesday, 3/31:

Ugh, I feel terrible, but the show must go on. I have Q @ 6 and tanning to follow. Have I mentioned how much I love my tanning salon? I don't think I am going to let myself go this long without tanning again. I feel like me again.

Day 79, Wednesday, 4/1:

I have Q @ 12 today, I cant believe I only have 5 training sessions left.... am I going to be able to keep going without her? Damn... 11 days left, I am so nervous! Thankfully I have work to keep me busy. Off to pack for tomorrows staging.

Day 80, Thursday, 4/2:

I do love that my job is not sedentary. Today I staged a home and was on my feet 6 hours strait. I am not complaining. I love what I do. It feels good to work with your hands. There is something strangely calming about it. Also, the immediate gratification is certainly addictive. 

After the staging I went to see Amy, my tattoo artist, to finish up the piece on my arm. I love it so much.

 

Day 81, Friday, 4/3:

It is becoming increasingly hard not to drink. I think I will go shoot guns. I have Q this morning, need food, must go to Costco... then Pew Pew Pew. Joey and I will have to hit up Elite Shooting Sports this evening. I am in need of some Guntry Club time.


 

Day 82, Saturday, 4/4:

Well I had Q this morning, so I didn't exactly feel bad about that Bloody Mary I had with brunch, damn it was good. Today is the International Pillow Fight Day and we are going to the National Mall to whack strangers with pillows, don't worry, it's organized. We met up with some friends for brunch prior to heading over to the fight. It would seem I am incapable of brunching without booze. Worth it, my Bloody Mary paired perfectly with my smoked salmon and fruit. Nom nom nom. The pillow fight was epic. Such a good time.



After the fight, we wandered over to dinner. I had a salad... and a vodka soda. Am I sabotaging myself at this point?! I mean, I have 8 days left. Fuck Nicole, what is up? After dinner, we headed to Federal Triangle to catch a Capital Steps show. I think we were the youngest in there by 30 years, but whatever, it was hilarious. You can't go wrong with musical political satire in this beautiful city of ours.

Day 83, Sunday, 4/5, Hoppy Easter:

I hit up the sauna this morning to sweat out the alcohol, I guess in my head that would keep me from drinking again today as we are converging on Top Golf this afternoon to celebrate Easter and basically just being awesome. Again, apparently I am incapable of not drinking during certain events... driving ranges seem to be one of them. Joey and I split a bucket of delicious Heinekens. NO REGRETS! But now I am certain I am trying to sabotage myself. Get it together Canole. 7 days left.




Day 84-90, 4/5 - 4/12:

7 days. No more notes. Only zoned in on the finish line. This time I am a competitor before I am a wife or friend. Thank God those who love me understand that. I have worked too damn hard to give up now. I am running twice a day, sitting in the sauna every night, wrapping my stomach and arms with "those crazy wrap things" and weight training in-between. Every calorie is counted, every movement is tracked, every drop of water is measured. I had 7 days and tomorrow is the day. Monday I weigh in.