4 years ago5,000+ Views
In late 2010, I made a promise to myself that I was going to take better care of my body.
I went from a tired 210 pounds, to a 140-pound running machine with abs. I felt refreshed and I finally felt alive. I was eating fresh foods and I eliminated anything I deemed “unhealthy,” which included quick-digesting carbohydrates like white bread. I drank water and nothing else. I didn't even touch sugar -- I thought that was the devil of all devils.
Unfortunately, my health-kick became an obsession. I slept with a measuring tape on my night stand and I religiously weighed myself several times a day. Healthy wasn’t the goal anymore, thin was.
I stopped hanging out with friends, and I refused to see my family. The gym became my life. I could only eat egg whites, broccoli, chicken breasts, coffee, and my cocktail of pre-workout drinks with fat burners.
I ran fast.
I lifted heavy.
My body had the “desired” proportions.
I was what girls wanted to be. I had a following of people who thought I was lucky, strong, cool, an idol. What they didn’t see was the obsession over my body.
That wasn’t healthy. That was sick.
Getting into powerlifting was probably the best thing that had happened to me. My coach stressed that I had to eat for strength. So I ate. The more I lifted weights, the more I could eat. I had gained about 20lbs, but I was strong. My body changed. Food was no longer an enemy.
Powerlifting was a mental and physical test. I had to change the way I thought about food. Instead of thinking about food to help me lose weight, I was thinking about how can I eat to win powerlifting meets. I was thinking about the nutrients I needed. I finally took care of my deficiencies. I started to hang out with friends and family again.
My focus was on a sport that made me a healthier person. Maybe I am not “healthy” anymore to some people. I eat donuts, cake, steak, I drink juice, and I have french fries. I still weight lift, jog, and I am taking care of my deficiencies. I go out, I dance, I socialize, I play. Sometimes I sleep late and I sleep in. This is my healthy.
I have a similar story! went through high school limiting my calorie intake, riding an exercise bike like a maniac, and not feeling awesome even though I was the lightest weight (still in healthy range!) in my life. I discovered hiking but didnt want to be lightheaded on the trails. I eat more, hike more, and am a happier and healthier me (and I still think I look great!) Good for you!
That's awesome! You know, I think some of us get to a point when realized that restricting ourselves can be a bad thing. There's so much emphasis to being thin, eating less, counting calories, and measuring our bodies...we forget what healthy really means. @nokcha