My Mama Always Said....: Sierra Update- 7 months later

I don't know how many of you have seen/read the meal plan I created for Sierra back in February this year. 7 days later, she sent me an update of her progress. She *really* ran with this..... In fact after the first couple of weeks, I barely heard from her!

Don't you think it's time for a 7 month update?

Many of you can probably understand that this is the best 'before' picture that could be found. Sierra explained to me that she kind of made it a point not to allow full length pictures to be taken of her.

I have confirmed Sierra's starting weight was 295 pounds and a size 26.

Here is the e-mail Sierra sent to me at the end of August.

"It started for me in January of 2013, we took my then almost 2 year old sledding. It was supposed to something new and fun and exciting for her. But it wasn’t for me, my daughter, was so eager and excited to go sledding down the hill, over and over and over again, but after one trip down the hill and one trip up pulling the sled and carrying a 25 pound child, I was sweating so badly that you could literally see the steam coming off of my jeans. I made it up and down the hill one more time before I told my daughter that mommy needed to sit for a little while, and my husband took over the sledding duties. I sat and watched her in all her excitement and joy as she experienced something new. It was then that I realized that I wanted to be the one to take her to experience those new things, I didn’t want to sit on the sidelines anymore, I wanted to be involved, not watching.

The next morning I got on the scale which was something that I hadn’t done since I delivered my daughter in the hospital almost 2 years ago….I looked at the numbers, got off the scale, put in new batteries and got back on and the number was the same… 295, I just stared at it thinking “oh my God” I never looked at the scale when I went to the doctor’s office, I never paid attention to the size of pants or shirt I was in, and I think that was my biggest problem, I didn’t pay attention. I went to my dresser and pulled out my favorite pair of jeans and looked at the tag, they were a 26, I looked at the shirt I was wearing and it was a 2X and then I looked in the mirror and then at my daughter sleeping in my bed. And THAT’S when I started to cry. I felt a lot of different things, I was mad at myself, I was mad at everyone for not telling me a was so unhealthy (although come to think of it, how do you really say that to someone you love?) and I was sad because I felt like I was going to be trapped this way for the rest of my life. It took a few weeks for me to finally accept that I was as big as that number on the scale and do something about it.

I was on a Facebook Group one night and someone had made a post about healthy eating and helping someone lose a few pounds. So I sent that complete stranger an email and explained to her that I don’t know what I am doing, and if she had the time or the want I would love some guidance in the right direction. That’s what started it for me, I wasn’t scared that she was going to judge me, because I didn’t know her and probably never would, and if she said something I didn’t like I would just stop talking to her and go back to my old ways,(she later became a wonderful friend) She let me read her blog, and she came up with a meal and exercise plan for me. The first day was hard; I was discouraged by 6:30 in the morning after I tried to exercise unsuccessfully for the first time. Not only did I not know what a Plank was, but I couldn’t even do one once I tried. But I stuck with it, I went to the store and I did something I had never ever done. I read the labels on the food. I learned how many calories and how much sodium was in my mac and cheese, I discovered that cauliflower with buffalo sauce on it is actually quite good. And I spent 45 minutes in the produce aisle and only 10 in the boxed foods. I also discovered that our grocery store had a bulk food section, seriously who knew? I kept track of what I ate and I held myself accountable. It wasn’t easy; I knew that while my husband would support and encourage me in anything I was doing, he wasn’t going to eat a salad with me. After a week I noticed I felt better, and I had a little more energy. After two weeks I noticed my jeans were a little looser, after 3 I noticed I slept better and was more rested during the day, and after 4 weeks I noticed that the scale had gone down 23 pounds. It was encouraging to see those numbers drop, I knew and I was told that it wouldn’t always be that way and the weight loss wouldn’t be that large every month but I knew that I had to keep with it.

The healthy eating habits became easier as time went on and so did the exercising. I found that I still wanted to eat my mac and cheese or my ice cream and I would let myself from time to time but I would only have a few bites. As my weight dropped I found that I could eat less and still feel full. I also found that I enjoyed doing things I never wanted to do before, like camping or taking my daughter swimming.

I made a lot of little goals for myself aside from my one big goal, which was to lose 120 pounds. I talked with my doctor about what I was doing and together we decided that I healthy weight for my body shape would be anywhere between 150 and 175. He explained to me that while 175lbs and the BMI chart would still say I’m overweight, those charts aren’t exactly the most current things. But I also realized that it wasn’t the number on the scale that I was chasing to achieve, I was trying to achieve a better way of life. I thought about all the things I wanted to take my daughter to do: Disneyland, which would mean getting on a plane, softball or soccer games and practice, swimming and riding the Ferris wheel. These were all things that I wanted to do, but I was letting my weight stop me. I wouldn’t get on a plane because I was scared I wouldn’t fit into the seat and I didn’t want to have that conversation with the stewardess. I don’t think that I even owned a swimsuit and I most certainly wasn’t going to see if I could break the Ferris wheel.
It wasn’t just about being there for my daughter, I thought a lot about my husband too, I wanted to buy sexy lingerie for him, I wanted to slip on a pretty dress and go out to a nice dinner I wanted to FEEL pretty. I knew he loved me and I knew he always would regardless of my weight but I wanted to feel free and not so held back by my weight anymore.

Those thoughts might sound out of this world ridiculous to some people but those were the things hindering my life from all the possibilities I knew it had. It wasn’t ever going to be about the size of my jeans or the number on the scale, I wanted it to be about how I felt about life, myself, and the way I was living. Now, 95 pounds down and 25 to go until I make my goal I can honestly say that I feel better, I am happier and the thought of having the privilege of feeling that way every day, is what keeps me going towards my goal of 175 and a happier way of life."