At my *recorded* heaviest I was 184 pounds. At 5′ 4″, that means a lot. My BMI was 34…. that is OBESE! There was a period when I refused to step on the scale because I hated the number looking back at me. Losing weight seemed like a task too difficult, too beyond my grasp, too large for me to accomplish.
Sure, I had yoyo’d a bit; I would lose a few pounds and then gain it back plus some. There were so many factors, of which I will talk about in later posts, that contributed to my weight. But as I have since the learned the biggest was myself.
I begin my journey with Weight Watchers. They are an amazing resource that can get you in the right direction. Through the PointsPlus tracking system and support of weekly meetings, I started dropping the pounds. At first it was fast and exciting, but then I hit the plateau. The period when, even if you are doing everything right, you just don’t lose weight. This was the point where I had quit before; the point when I had gone back to my old habits and thrown in the towel. This time I pushed through it and BOOM– another big drop.
After some 25 pounds I decided to try it without the aid of WW. I slipped backward, realizing I couldn’t yet do it on my own, but had too much pride to join up again. After struggling, I moved in with a friend and things started to get back on track. We were committed to losing some weight and we worked out together. It was so helpful to have a buddy in this journey; we kept each other honest and committed to the cause.
At 162 (for me) she moved away to go to Physical Therapy school (She had kept up her cause and still looks amazing! Way to go Tay!!). But I was once again facing this challenge alone.
That is when I met Preston. Someday we will talk about that story!
Preston was ripped… like really ripped… but he was able to look past the chunky girl on the outside and see Hayley on the inside. Not only did he accept and grow to love me, but I fell in love with him and his lifestyle.
Gym. Eat. Sleep. Gym. Protein Shake. League. Hash browns. Gym. Sleep.
Okay, so it isn’t THAT dramatic… but he loved fitness and I did too. Even though my body didn’t reflect my passion for health, I did WANT to be that person. He was the missing piece and everything clicked. Being in love does funny things.
So here we are today. I am 128 pounds. My BMI is 23 and I have never felt this good about myself. I haven’t weighed this much since my sophomore year of high school!
I want to share my story and my tips with anyone and everyone that needs a little support and guidance. Just know that you are not alone. Just know that you can do it. I believe in you. Believe in yourself.