Apples and pears

So as I said in my last post, I have been on a mission to improve my health for over a year now.

When I joined the gym I weighed over 96kg, wore size 18 and had a waist measurement of 120cm.  The instructor who assessed me called my statistics 'alarming' (thanks, helpful...).

I didn't create a 'before' photo because I was fairly certain I would fail yet again in my 10 year quest to lose weight.  The closest I could find was a photo of me at my son's third birthday in November 2011, featured in my last post.  You can see I was an apple-shaped fatty.

A year on and I can grab a few handfuls of the fabric on that dress when I wear it, which is great because the weight around my organs was going to make me very sick and now I have three pairs of back boobs less.  About 30cm has gone from my waist. So I guess I've gone from apple to pear....

These days I usually wear size 14 or sometimes 12 or basically a size 'medium'.  I've lost weight on the scales in the order of 12kgs. I'd like to lose some more (one day at a time!).

So how did I do it? The first six months I just tried to ‘get a grip’ on the quantity and quality of food I ate. Just tried to stick with ONE mini chocolate bar a day instead of 500g of chocolate (oh yes I DID –ugh!).

I went to the gym EVERY morning at 5.30am and slogged away on the cross trainer for 40-50 minutes at a time. I didn’t want to do any resistance training because I felt like I really needed to just ‘sweat it out’. I took up a bit of boxing (something I’ve always loved) and wore a heart-rate monitor.

Most of the time, with very little exertion, I got my heart rate to about 170bpm. I was SO unfit. I struggled to do a 3 minute row over 500 metres, I nearly died during boxing classes and in the first week at the gym I actually face-planted straight off the back of the cross-trainer because I was so shaky.

I did okay over this time. I lost a bit of weight and some centrimetres off my waist. But BY GOLLY I WAS BORED!!!!!! I asked the trainers for some more interesting activities. One started me on intervals on the bike. Again, nearly died but managed to get better at them over time. Then I started spin classes. Then I bought a road bike and started to commute to work and back (30kms) twice weekly.

I was getting fitter each week and then would get bored and try something new but this plateaued around three months in (and the scales were not moving at all despite my low-fat, high-carb diet). Then I came across a video on a Facebook page one day and thought ‘what the hell is this?’.

It was a CrossFit promotional video. Life was about to get very different for me!

(to be continued...)