We have all had a meltdown. Sometimes, no matter how hard I try, I break down. I am pretty good at keeping it together…usually.
But sometimes, just sometimes. We all break down.
A couple weeks ago, I had one of those moments.
Many of you know I have struggled with weight loss, for probably my entire life. I don’t consider my real journey to have begun until about three years ago. Since then, I have lost almost around 90 pounds (more to go), and led a very healthy life. Unfortunately, my body is a special little angel, and takes forever to cooperate with me.
When I moved to California in the summer of 2016, I lost my free work gym, and I fell completely off track. Not with my eating, but with fitness. I am not the girl that just can eat healthy and lose weight. I need to be physically active, like athlete active in order to lose weight.
And I have been killin’ it lately. The last two months I have fell back in love with the gym, working out five days a week, and active rest the other two. The first month was great, I lost 10 pounds, a few inches, my clothes were getting loose. I was feeling real sassy, like YES, all of this is working exactly as expected.
Then BOOM. Plateau.
The last month, I have been straight running my ass off (in my case my tummy off), and destroying any heavy cardio workouts. My eating has never been cleaner, everything is balanced. In theory, the rest of my weight should be melting off…right?
I stepped on the scale two weeks ago, AND…I gained 4 pounds.
I said to myself “don’t do it Allie, don’t get pissed.”
Of course, I got pissed.
I was working tirelessly. How could this be? The logical, intelligent part of my brain told me correct information. That you can gain muscle, therefore gain weight. That I shouldn’t weigh myself every few days. That I was doing everything right, that I needed to just keep working, I would get there.
The emotional part of my brain, whispered “you suck, this isn’t going to get better, you should just give up, gain more weight, see if I care.”
Obviously, that side of my brain has a flair for the dramatics.
Also, that is a really unhealthy thought pattern. One that I thought I had broken a long time ago, but still struggle with (it never quite disappears).
I went to work upset, on the verge of tears all day. On lunch, I couldn’t take it anymore, I went off, unloading my burden on my best friend. She is on her own fitness journey again (she has always been the athletic one), and after an intense session, she finally cleared the path for me to see the light.
Like all great best friends, she knew exactly what to say to get me to calm down. After a brief stint of us arguing because I was being ridiculous of course.
She pointed out to me that every single body is different, and even though I was working extremely hard, it may not be the right combination for my body. She made me think back to what WAS working in Chicago, what WAS melting those pounds off.
The answer was anaerobic exercise most days (plyometric/circuit exercise) and three days of weight lifting and cutting down running to once a week.
I was only doing aerobic exercise (like running) and only one day of weight lifting. It wasn't exactly working.
For those of you who aren’t familiar with plyometric/circuit exercise, it is defined as "jump training" or "plyos", and they are exercises in which muscles are forced to exert maximum force in a very short periods of time. Examples are jump box training, lunges, jump squats, ladders, jump rope and many more. Circuit training is doing a set amount of short burst moves that are high intensity and designed to burn the maximum amount of fat and strengthen muscles.
While this may seem a little boring. It is very interesting. Because we are conditioned to believe that everyone that needs to lose weight needs to run five miles a day or plug away at a stair climber endlessly. While this can definitely work for a lot of people (and did for me in the beginning), it doesn’t for me any longer. I have ALREADY noticed a difference in just the last two weeks since I changed my workouts. I have lost inches, noticed a large difference in my waist, and I feel much stronger than I did in the weeks prior. I haven't lost any weight, but I feel like a million dollars!
Why is this important?
Because I forgot that it was.
For someone that is a champion of healthy living, and promotes exercise, I let negativity win. It is so easy to let it happen. I needed to be reminded that I have been doing wonderful, and that I will reach my goal at some point. (Thank you Becky, you my girl)
This is a journey, not a race.
And every single journey is different.
Remember, if you are on your own journey, it is okay to fall down once in and awhile (actually it will happen more often than not), but you can do this and so can I! If you feel like giving up, that is okay, just keep going. It will work. I promise.
I cannot WAIT to see where I end up in another month.
But I may have to throw that scale out before then.