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But 18 months ago, Kerri wandered into a local gym at the advice of a friend — and left motivated to get herself into better physical shape. Today, she’s gone from being barely able to walk around the block to deadlifting 300 pounds. Here’s her story, in her own words.
I’ve been overweight my entire life and have always struggled with my self-esteem. Over the years, I bounced through every single diet and supplement you can imagine: Weight Watchers, Plexus, Herbalife, Slimfast, Hydroxycut. Nothing worked. I never lost more than 30 pounds, and I still wasn’t happy with what I saw in the mirror.
At the beginning, it was all about strength training. I went twice a week for personal training sessions at my gym. We broke it up by body parts: At the beginning of the week, we’d do an hour of upper-body exercises, such as lat pull downs, back extensions, chest presses and bicep curls, and then later in the week, an hour of lower-body activity such as lunges, squats and abdominal work like crunches.
Before I started exercising, I would sit all the time. But I made it a goal to get in 10,000 steps a day. I began taking walks on my lunch break, parking farther away from the office or grocery store and, instead of watching TV, going outside with my 11-year-old daughter to play with the dogs. I tried to sit as little as possible — when I was on the phone, for example, I’d stand up and walk around.
Then, in April 2019, I hired a nutrition coach who helped me fine-tune it. She gave me advice on how many fat, carb and protein grams I should eat every day, and encouraged me to log them so I’d get a better sense of how much I should be eating.
Up until recently, I’ve always had a little voice in my head whispering that I’m not good enough. But I’m not the person I was two years ago. The changes I’ve made — not only in my physical appearance, but mentally and emotionally — are insane. My weight always made me shy because I didn’t want people to look at me for fear I’d be seen as fat and gross.
Now, I’m totally OK with who I am. I’m not afraid to go to the pool anymore with my daughter, or get into a bathing suit at the beach, or run around with her at our local playground. I’m not afraid to try a new fitness class at my local rec center, and I’m not afraid to be silly and laugh when I’m out and about with my husband.
At first, I balked at spending money on a trainer. But the more I thought about it, I realized that over the years I’d already lost so much money on meal plans and workout DVDs and exercise memberships, that it was worth a try. It’s the best financial investment I’ve ever made.
I found a wonderful support system at my gym — first my trainer, then all the other clients who became my friends. Now, my husband and I just automatically calculate my personal training costs as part of our monthly budget. It’s what I love, and working out keeps me healthy — it’s not a chore or an obligation.
Three times a week, I pick up my daughter from school and she hangs out and plays on her iPad while I work out. I joke that these times are also like therapy sessions. If I’m having a bad day, I can talk to others while exercising and work through my problems.
One of the biggest adjustments I had to make was the idea that I could make room in my diet for occasional indulgences. Every night, I reward myself with a small sweet treat, like two to three mini Reese’s white chocolate peanut butter cups. I always thought it was a luxury I couldn’t afford, but it turns out it’s only an extra 80 to 120 calories.
Yes, sometimes I get impatient and want my weight to fall off more quickly — but then I go shopping and realize that just a year ago I would never have been able to find anything in a regular department store that would have fit me. On those days or weeks when the scale doesn’t seem to budge, I remind myself that I’m still losing inches around my arms and thighs and dropping clothing sizes. And I feel so much better! That’s what’s most important.
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