Transformations take on many different shapes and sizes.
- Physical Transformation
- Emotional Transformation
- Psychological Transformation
- Social Transformation
Two and a half years ago I set out on a physical transformation. Little did I know that the process would also take me on an emotional and psychological journey as well.
I had never been a ‘fit’ girl. Growing up, no one would have called me athletic either. I am not competitive or aggressive in the manner that is required in sports. I was active, but not overly active. I was interested in fitness, but never followed through. I became NETA certified and taught aerobics and weight training at my hometown gym in my early twenties, but let it go around the age of 24.
I went through a major life change at 25 that put me in a new city, newly single, no job and away from the only lifestyle I had known. There was nothing wrong with my “old life”. In fact, most people would have found it comforting and right on track with a normal life progression. I was surrounded by good people, family, a nice country home and the start of a good career.
But for me, I needed change.
I was longing for something different outside of my small hometown. And so, at 25 I set out for the new. My “new life” provided a few challenges, but it was also the best decision I had ever made for myself. My new life gave me new freedoms, a new career, a new degree path, new focus, new friends, old friends, late nights and a lot of parties.
Life. Was. Good.
And I was eating it all up.
I was comfortable. I met my now-husband after moving to the city and we grew our circle of friends together. We lived the rock star lifestyle, if you will. He worked weekends at a bar. I frequented the bar with my girlfriends. We ate bad food, drank far too much and lived it up.
Clint loved me regardless of my size, weight and always came back with “you are beautiful” when I would stand in front of my mirror trying on multiple outfits, never happy with what I saw.
I had become so unhappy with how I looked and felt.
December of 2011 I decided I had enough. I was tired of hating the way my clothes felt. I was tired of hiding in the corner when we went out because I hated the way I looked. I was tired.
January 2012 New Years Resolution – Kick my exercise habits in gear.
Knowing my lack of follow-through on anything fitness related, I knew I needed something with structure. I researched quite a few home videos before ordering TurboFire. I chose Turbo for its fun rhythms, kickboxing undertones and the structured 8 count. The cheerleader and music teacher in me knew I’d fall in love with this program. Once I fell in love, I knew I could stick with it.
I’ll be honest. The first few weeks were rough. Finding the TIME was difficult. Finding the ambition after a long work day was torture.
But, I did it.
I made my ‘basement workouts’ a part of my daily life.
Once I got the fitness part down, tackling the nutrition came next. And this was and still is the hardest part for me. I began to incorporate more protein, limit the carb intake to my early meals, limit the sugar and add in more vegetables. I also started to incorporate Shakeology in my diet, just like I was told to via TurboFire.
See, sometimes I DO follow orders! 😉
I have to disclose that I did NOT use this as an entire meal replacement nor did I drink it daily. Sometimes shakes gross me out! I used my shakes as either a meal 2 or 4. Why? Because of the nutrition content. Never once did I replace a lunch or dinner. That game just isn’t for me.
So, what about my Turbo results?
Down an overall 8 inches and 13 pounds.
I was on a ROLL!
I felt good, I was looking better, my confidence was building, I enjoyed shopping a little more, much to the dismay of my wallet.
And I was LOVING working out. It had become my addiction.
No, better yet…
Fast forward to January 2013. I set a goal to run my first half-marathon.
I kept it a secret from everyone for a long time.
Fear of Failure
I won’t get in the story of my training, as you can read it here. What did happen is I followed through, I conquered, I cried, I laughed, I LIVED!
So, what about this two year transformation?
Physical: Down an overall 13 inches and 20 pounds.
Psychological: A changed mindset. I COULD do things I never thought I could before.
Physical, Psychological, Emotional and Personal: I became a Nationally Certified Fitness Instructor through AFAA and also became certified in TurboFire and Insanity formats.
Who knew in two short years I would gain the confidence to stand in front of a class again and TEACH? My physical transformation took on a whole new life.
Transformations Take Time
1 year it took me to get hooked on fitness.
1 year it took me to lose and maintain a 13 pound loss.
1.25 years it took me me to run a half-marathon.
1.5 years it took me to gain the confidence and courage to study, test and become AFAA certified to teach group exercise classes
1.5 years it took me to become certified in TurboKick
2 years it took me to lose 20 pounds.
And guess what?
2 months this last summer it took me to add 7 pounds back on.
But, you know what?
That’s ok. I know where I faltered. Nutrition. It’s a tough game to play. And this Harley chick loves Vodka, Burgers, Fries and Beer.
You know what else? I have already lost 3 of that 7.
And one more thing…
The scale means NOTHING.
It’s only part of the story.
So, what now?
No, I am still not the media’s definition of physically fit. I could still stand to drop my body fat %. I could still gain a lot by adding in weight training consistently.
BUT, physically, I CAN knock out teaching 6 classes a week. I can still keep up, I can keep the class motivated, I can maintain proper form and crank out those advanced Insanity moves, each and every time.
Psychologically I have my head in the game. I have a clear focus. I am determined. I have goals.
I have one MAJOR goal set to accomplish by December 2014.
Am I going to make it?
Am I going to tell you?
Heck NO I’m not.
I still have a fear of failure. Who doesn’t?
I am still human, I still have flaws, I still make mistakes.
But, I am emotionally there. Physically there. Psychologically there.
I can’t be stopped now.