I was generally fit throughout high school because I played sports and/or trained all year round. I could literally eat whatever I wanted and as much as I wanted. My weight stayed in the 120s and it was fairly effortless. I remember eating an entire large pizza my senior year in the middle of a volleyball tournament & I didn’t have a single second thought & I certainly didn’t gain any weight. I still miss that.
During college I struggled. College was all struggle on all levels (possibly more on that later) but it forced me to I learn that my mental & emotional wellbeing were very closely tied to the consistency of my workouts. So, I always made sure to sign up for a one or zero credit hour workout class. I knew the pass/fail on my transcript (based on attendance) would force me to go. Plus, if it was zero credits, all I had to pay was the special fees (no cost for the credit hour). Don’t get me wrong, I still gained some weight during college, but I didn’t leave college much more than twenty pounds heavier in total than I was in high school. Most days, I was right on the border between “healthy weight” and “overweight” for my height.
My struggles really began when I started my first job out of college. It sort of just crept up on me. After about six months, I started to notice the fact that I was sitting all day was taking a toll on me (you wouldn’t think just walking across campus a couple time a day would make that much of a difference). Plus, I had one particular woman on my team who went out of her way to be awful to me. Even my teammates were like “she really doesn’t like you & we don’t know why.” Basically it was my first job & work hours were exceptionally miserable. My weight started to creep up. I started getting winded after just a single flight of stairs. Eventually my weight hit the 160s. I had gone from a Size 6 in high school to a Size 12 in just five years. I knew I needed to do something but I didn’t know what.
Then, a friend from work invited me to sub for their volleyball team. After subbing a few times, they then asked me to join the team full time. I started playing once a week. It was better than nothing and it gave me an outlet for my stress at work. One evening, after a game, the team started talking about P90X and suggested that we commit to doing the full 90 day schedule together.
I committed to doing the workouts in the morning for the first 30 days. It was seriously the worst 30 days of my life. I am not meant for morning workouts. I have never been a morning person. I did 89 workouts on the 90 day calendar. During the 90 days I also connected with a volleyball teammate from high school who had lost a lot of weight doing BeachBody workouts. I signed up for a free BeachBody account with her as my coach. We sort of stayed connected but my primary focus was my connection with my local volleyball team. By the end of the 90 day calendar, I’d lost a few pounds… like five-ish. I did start feeling better but the results weren’t what I wanted. It’s not like I should have been surprised. I didn’t adjust my eating. At all.
The 90 days weren’t a total bust though. I learned that I definitely preferred working out at home. When I did P90X, I was living in an apartment complex with a very nice pool & workout center. Just the two hurdles of walking over to the fitness center & deciding what exercises to do had been enough to keep me from leaving my apartment. I learned that if I didn’t have to leave my own space, I was definitely able to stick with it.
It was a first step.
Here’s why I love working out at home (with BeachBody workouts):
- I don’t have to pack a bag just to work out (and then be upset because I inevitably forget something)
- I don’t have to go any further than my living room (now my basement) which means one less stop & less time wasted on travel
- I can wear whatever the hell I want without fear of being judged
- I can just follow the workout calendar included instead of trying to make up my own plan (which is a lot of work)
- My schedule is not based on the schedule of class offerings at the stupid gym
- I can pick out what equipment will best meet my needs (instead of being stuck with whatever the fitness center or gym picked out)
- I don’t have to share my equipment with anyone (ok, maaaaybe my husband)
- I avoid this lovely internal dialogue: “Is it OK to do legs with arms? Should I do cardio today again? … maybe that’s bad to do cardio 2 days in a row? What exercise do I do for this muscle? Ugh… I’m going to have to go look that up. Aaaand, I just stood around trying to make decisions. I’m frustrated. I’m going home.”
Wishing you an All+SUM LIFE,
– SUM Sarah