Weight Loss Journal – Part 4

Yesterday I talked about the diet that I started following. With that, I was able to lose around 3-4 kgs. I believe that anyone can lose a little bit if excess weight just be dieting. But after that stage, working out is the only way to go. I have never been a runner in my whole life. I have never participated in any sports. Being tall, I was a shoo in for basketball, but I didn’t know how to dabble and run, so that didn’t workout. Being hefty all through my life, I’ve given importance to studies and neglected sports. 

Now when I thought of working out, I just couldn’t bring myself to jog at all. So, as I told, taking baby steps, I just started walking on the treadmill. Walking for almost half an hour, everyday. Then slowly I added working out on elliptical. Thank God for the apartment to have a spacious and well equipped gym. I basically tried all the machines there and found which I was comfortable with. I also used dumbells, to tone my arms. With this, slowly I was able to see the difference. My weight was going down and my confidence was going back up. I started to feel good about myself. With this workout and diet, I was able to lose, little by little. But some days, I could not see any difference in my weight. It happens. It takes time. Just stick to your workout. Instead of checking my weight daily, I started noting it weekly. That was a good idea. When I couldn’t  see daily changes I was sad. But over the week, I was losing. It may just be a kilo. But I was losing. That was important always. No matter how slow you lose or not lose for now, keeping up your workout is important. I did it because it made me feel good. After a stage, even if I couldn’t see any weight loss, I continued with my workout, because it made me feel fresh and free. Starting from 20 min on the treadmill, I went up to increase it to 45 min everyday. That too, at a good enough speed, where I was not running but walking rather fast. I would always build up a sweat. Initial few days, I was not able to walk much less climb 3 flights of stairs to my apartment. But this pain was good, it meant my body was tired yet ready to do it all again the next day. 

One more thing that I did was, every time I lost around 2-3 kgs, would stop working out for few days. I would see if my diet was good enough to maintain my weight, to check if the weight that I lost stayed lost. That is why, my weight loss took a long time. As I said, crash diet or workout, never works. But for me, this method worked. Even if I gained a few kgs back, I was back at the gym anyway. This break that I used to take, was also a result of us traveling around US and eating all the food (hello… Foodie hereπŸ˜‚). But once I was back, I was able to workout and lose the weight that I gained quicker than before. 

Doing this regimen, I was able to lose around 10 kgs i.e, from 98 to 88 kgs approximately, in maybe a year. The weight loss was slow, just because I was a foodie. I am a foodie even now. πŸ˜„ It was time for us to leave US behind and get back to India. I was so excited and nervous. I was going to be staying with my in-laws for the first time. And this time, we were going to be settled in India for good. 

The challenges I faced after coming back is a whole another story. Please stay tuned for it. It’ll be up tomorrow. 

Thank you for reading and leave any comments or questions you have. I’ll definitely give you my opinion.

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Weight Loss Journal – Part 2

Part 1 of this post was just the tip of the ice berg. I was happy and blissfully married. I had quit my job, moved to Tennesee, USA and was travelling around. The first couple of years was spent in exploring different cities and with that exploring new cuisines. I am a foodie and I loved having Thai, Chinese, Italian, American, Mediterranean…. etc. Weight was the last thing on my mind. 2 yrs down the line I had reached the height of my weight gain.

Getting married itself is a big change in life, add to it the change in location, lifestyle plus no job. These changes seemed good initially, but as the feeling began to sink in, I started getting into a weird mode. Being in America, away from home, not seeing any familiar faces, I started to get into depression. That led me to eat more. I am an emotional eater. When I’m happy, obviously, it’s a reason to eat. But for me, when I’m tensed I eat. When I’m sad, I eat. I had reached a stage where – If I had nothing to do, I used to eat. All this added on and on and at the end of 2 yrs, I had gone from 80 kgs to 98 kgs. I had gone from being overweight to being obese. I never thought I could reach that stage. I had accepted myself as a hefty but healthy girl. But at 98kgs, I couldn’t say that anymore. After 2 yrs, we toook a break and came back home, India. My family was shocked yet happy to see me. I had to return in 2 months, so during that time, I took my yearly blood test. I have somehow blocked majority of the results, but I remember the doctor saying “fatty liver”. That’s when I realised I was hefty, but no longer healthy.

I came back to America, into a new city, Dallas,TX. Again, being alone was a given. But this time, instead of spending my time eating, I decided to do something about my weight. We were looking for an apartment and for me having a beautiful kitchen plus a gym was mandatory. Once we settled in, I got back to my same old routine. I had just decided to do something. But I was not taking any action. I used to go shopping (who doesn’t like shopping for new clothes). I remember I used to cry and hate myself for not being able to fit in any cute clothes. My husband supported me all through this. Then he made me realise that something needs to be done, not just thinking, but putting my words into action. That was the kind of kick I needed to get started on losing weight.

You need to have the will power to do it and a good support system to help you when you get weak. For me, that was my husband, pushing me forward, telliing me it was possible. I had finally started going to the gym. But it was not easy, thinking is easy, doing it is just another huge task. That story will be here tomorrow. Keep reading.

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Weight Loss Journal – Part 1

This is the post I’ve been meaning to write in a long time. I dread it cause it brings lots of memories back. But I need to put it here so that, down the line, when I need inspiration to lose weight again, I can reach out to my blog. This post will be a story about how I started my weight loss routine and how I am doing now. It will be lengthy so I think dividing it into parts is best. That’s why I named this post as a journal…. It is ongoing and it will vary….. but it will be updated.

I have been a hefty kid since my high school, but I remember my mom saying that I was thin growing up with long swan like neck. Well, in high school all I could see was developing a double chin. But I was happy with my weight, basically, least bothered. As you grow up, people tend to make you feel that you are not “the ideal, perfect girl”. Well, in my mind I was. I was not fat but plump. If I asked my friends, they said I looked fine because I had the height to carry the weight. I am 5’9″ tall. So, when I became a little overweight, all I could see was a healthy looking girl. I did not want to become size zero, I despised it.

When I was joining my first job in the IT industry right out of college, we had to get a medical certificate with our height, weight, birthmarks, blood group, allergies…. etc. The doctor there said my ideal weight should be around 76 kgs, but I was already 80kgs by then at the age of 22. I was least bothered. Then, I went on to various stages of weight gain and weight loss but I did not think about it much. The thought came when my mom started to search for marriage proposals. It was very painful procedure to have a guy and his family judge you by your looks and say to your face that you are fat or that “I fear you may become more fat”. By the time I was about to turn 25, I had found a perfect guy for me (rather, my mom got the proposal and passed it on to me and I gave approval). All in all, I was happily in love and he was least bothered about my weight and that made me all the more crazy about him. I did not measure my weight but by the time of the wedding I was still around 80 kgs.

The journey of weight gain started later on, after I quit my job and moved to USA immediately after marriage. That story will continue tomorrow.

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