I have had many thoughts run through my head today, what I should write about, if I should just catch everyone up, or if I should just wait until my thoughts are cohesive. Maybe I’ll just do all of the above just a little.I realize it’s been a while since my last post. I moved a couple of times, and we didn’t have internet. I know, how archaic. During that time I was able to accomplish a few things. I had another baby, and received my personal training certification. I also started two new certifications which I am still in the process of completing. MMA training and youth fitness certification, I mean after all, those are a couple of the reasons why I went into the wellness field. But now I finally have internet again and I have a lot to say. Enough of the back story, and on with the show.
Today’s post is a little more personal, and I hope my thoughts are thoroughly achieved through my lack of eloquence. Everyone has obstacles that they will face in their lives. Some let those obstacles become road blocks and some just jump over them. There is even an awesome show about people jumping over obstacles, Stone Cold Steve Austin's Broken Skull Challenge. You’ll have to check it out if you don’t already watch it. Sarah is one of the trainers at my gym and she is on the episode Fallen on Hard Times.
For me all the obstacles I’ve faced before were easy to overcome. At the moment, I feel like my obstacles are getting bigger or even more frustrating. If you recall, I had lost a good amount of weight last year and was 10 pounds away from what the doctor considers my “ideal” weight. I had tons of energy, confidence was great and I knew I could tackle anything that got in my way of achieving my goals. Then I got pregnant. I exercised the entire pregnancy and ate well ( my portions may have been a little ridiculous, but I ate the same foods as when I was losing weight). I had people tell me it would be impossible for me to get my body back after baby number three. I may have been a little cocky, I know how to lose weight. I know all the right foods, and combinations and appropriate times to eat them. I know what exercises and how much to do. What I wasn’t counting on was a new obstacle.
I’ve been at my current weight now for seven and a half months. Guess how old my youngest is, yep, seven and a half months. Here is the thing, I’m doing everything I know how to do. I figured it had to be my thyroid again, or some hormone is completely out of whack. Something is affecting my metabolism and it’s got to be the reason that the scale hasn’t budged! I want something to blame. The scale. The scale is a liar! I’m sure all of us women say that at one point or time. We see a number that we don’t want to see pop up and we shout “LIES!” at it. Well, it’s the truth the scale is a liar! While I have been busting my butt at the gym and eating right I have been doing what every woman does. Weight is just a number, so why do I put so much stock into that number> Here is what the scale doesn’t say, the increase in weight that I am able to lift, the number of miles that I can run in a day, or even the fact that my body fat has dropped 5%.
In hopes that my thyroid was the reason for what seemed like my failure, I went to the doctor to have my blood work done. When I walked in to the doctor she took one look at me and suggested an antidepressant. I get that, I was in gym gear, my hair was in a bun and all of the hair I lost in the first few months of postpartum were beginning to return and stick out everywhere. I had no make-up on and I had very dark circles under my eyes. I anxiously awaited the results of the blood work, while hoping to prove her wrong. The stress hasn’t gotten to me, I’m just tired of nursing every two hours.
Unfortunately, she was right. Every thing was normal. All my levels were normal. The stress is the culprit. But I can’t escape stress, not to say I don’t imagine a few hours of quiet all by myself. It hit me the moment I ended the call, that this is going to be hard. A lot harder than I had anticipated. Distress on the body releases cortisol, and cortisol is bad. It makes it harder to lose weight. Your body is like a greedy sponge and it holds onto as much fat as possible. OI! That just adds to my frustration and feelings of inadequacy. I’ve begun doubting the knowledge I have because I am stuck. I’ve been turned down for jobs because “I don’t look like a trainer.” I’m not looking for pity through this post. Please don’t think that is my intention. This isn’t one of those situations when I say one thing but mean another.
I’ve been reading Drew Manning’s book FIT 2 FAT 2 FIT, and if you want to follow him on Facebook I highly recommend it. I’ve just started it and am only in like the third chapter, but in the second chapter he talks about an ordeal that took place between his brother-in-law and himself. In those moments he realized that having been fit all his life that he “just didn’t get it” and that he didn’t really understand what it’s like on the other side of the fit spectrum. Which is what sparked his change to fat and then fit again. This was great!
I now know what horrible stress is like, how it affects weight loss. Previously, stress was fixed with just two hours at gym. My doctor’s recommendation was that I stop nursing, get on Zoloft for the stress and take a new diet pill and all my problems will be fixed. UMMMM, no thank you! My nursing daughter comes first before I worry about vanity. In the long run, I have figured out that my new obstacle in life just makes me more relatable to clients. I know how hard it is, and as I find a way to tackle this obstacle I will also be learning how to help others that deal with the same issue. I’d say that’s a win!