A year and a half ago, I was in the best shape of my life. I was training for a half-ironman triathlon, which basically consisted of double-cardio days and eating whatever my hungry heart desired. I didn’t count calories, but I still stuck to a mostly healthy diet (aside from the weekly taco Tuesday splurges). I weighed less than I had in years, but I was healthy and strong.
The triathlon race came and went, and so did my religiously-fit lifestyle. I still ran a few times a week, but I stopped swimming and biking altogether. I retired my membership at the local swim club and my bike became a thing of the past, collecting dust in the garage. I set a goal to get back on track and sign up for a full, 26-miler, marathon in 2015– but like most new year resolutions, that too slipped away. So here we are, halfway through 2016, 10 pounds heavier and so far off track that I don’t even know where to start again.
Full disclosure: this is where I get real. I am human, after all.
The always-confident-girl from 2014 is gone. I feel super self-conscious in a bikini, which is saying a lot considering I live for bikinis. I feel discouraged that I am so far from my end goal. I am angry that I let myself get so out of shape. I look at other girls and envy their perfect bikini bods. I am anxious to get back on track. Most days I am an emotional roller coaster. I am in, what I like to call, a fitness-funk.
I am so thankful for my friend and trainer, Lori Beveridge of Couture Conditioning, who allows me to ask questions, express my concerns and complain about my frustrations. She encouraged me to get back on track and sign up for a race, so I registered for the 2016 Disneyland half-marathon in September. She also provided our team with a 21-day belly blaster challenge, to get me back to a cleaner, leaner diet.
Days one, two and three of the challenge are a detox cleanse, before adding protein in for the remaining 18 days of the diet. Today is day one. It’s hard and I’m hungry, but I feel motivated and hopeful that this will be the push that I need to get back to a healthy, balanced lifestyle.
I know that I am not the only person out there in a fitness-funk, so I am hoping my fitspo journey will inspire someone (anyone) to kick their butt back into shape. Writing about it will hold me accountable– you know, to make sure I don’t sneak off to Taco Bell and order half of the menu.
Stay tuned for updates on the 21-day diet, my successes and defeats, fun new fitness apparel (it’s real cute, I promise) and the infamous before and after photos.