My Frugal Weight Loss Story
I know some of you can relate to my story. It all starts with, we meet that special someone, get very comfortable and start putting on a couple pounds. My husband and I did just that, but it was more than just a couple pounds…
We started dating and led fairly active lifestyles. We’d go 4-wheeling, boating, hanging out with friends, both working physically demanding jobs. We were not super fit, but we were average.
I don’t know exactly when it happened, but it did. We got lazy! We spent less time doing activities and more time eating fast food. By the time our wedding came around, I think I put on about 20 pounds.
After we were married, I had quit my job to become a stay at home mom because we both worked very long hours. We didn’t think it would be fair to have our child in day care for 12 or more hours a day.
During my pregnancy, I craved everything that was bad for me. Particularly McDpnald’s hash browns. I couldn’t get enough! My husband was liking my new craving because he got to eat more of it. He would make special trips to get me those golden hash browns I craved so much.
I also got even lazier. I sat around, uncomfortable and eating. People used to warn me to be careful with how much I was eating. Did I listen? No. I thought it would come right off after the baby was born. After all, I was eating for 2.
Oh how wrong I was!! Not a single pound came off after I gave birth. You’d think, well he weighed almost 8 pounds, I should have lost at least that much. Nope, not a single pound shed itself. I think I may have even gained 2 pounds!
I admit, I didn’t even try to lose weight after having him. I was used to eating whatever junk I wanted, so I kept doing just that. I would see pictures of myself and think, the stupid camera adds like 50 pounds right? I was in total denial.
We started planning for baby number 2 and by this time, I was up to a size 20. That’s when I started to think, I really should do something about this. I started telling my husband, I am going to lose the weight after this baby. He just looked at me and said, “What for? We’re happy.”
But I wasn’t. I wasn’t happy that near the end of my 2nd pregnancy, I was close to 300 pounds. Yup, that’s not an error. 300 pounds! 285 to be exact. I would blow it off to me being pretty tall. I was 5′ 8″ and didn’t come from skinny genes. Those were my excuses.
I was absolutely miserable during that time. My knees hurt all the time. I was winded walking up stairs. I couldn’t chase after my 4 year old. Something had to change.
I had our 2nd son and I lost 20 pounds within the first couple weeks. That was motivation to keep me going. I admit, I didn’t do anything different during that time. I just was able to lose the 9 pounds of baby and the excess fluids(like I thought would happen the first time).
I started my journey by cutting back on what I was eating. No diet foods, no pills, no surgery, no programs, no gimmicks. Just cutting back on the amount of calories I shoved into my mouth each day.
Then I started walking again. It started with a mile at first and I thought I would die. But I didn’t. I kept going. Slowly walking more each time. The weight kept coming off! I was so excited to keep at it!
4 months into it, my husband and I decided to go for a day trip on the Harley. We sent the boys over by my parents for the day and headed out. We live in southeastern Wisconsin, so what do you do on a beautiful August day? You head up to Door County to do all the touristy stuff. You visit wineries, you go to Washington Island, check out the cherry orchards…enjoy the beautiful scenery!
On our way back home, about 2 hours away, we were cruising down the interstate at about 70 mph. That’s when it happened. We swerved a little. I thought to myself, ok, that wasn’t funny, why is he goofing around? Then we swerved a little more. Really not funny. Now, we start swerving more and I smelled burning rubber. We blew a tire!
I braced myself as my husband made his way over to the right shoulder. He was doing his best to keep the motorcycle under control. As we hit the gravel, he decided to take the bike down on it’s left side so it didn’t flip over us in the ditch. I was higher up and my foot pegs were farther out, so when we went down in the gravel, my foot caught, twisted backwards and I let go.
He slid about 20 more feet in front of me, got up and hurried back to me. He asked if I could get up. “No, I need an ambulance. It’s broken.”, I said in a very calm voice. He thought I was kidding. I repeated myself, it was broken. I wasn’t feeling the pain just yet and didn’t want to attempt any sort of movement.
Cars were stopping to help us now and I think they were a little more freaked out over what they had just witnessed. People were trying to figure out where we were for the ambulance. I calmly asked if anyone could see a mile marker on the side of the highway. “Good idea!” they said.
One lady started lecturing my husband to come hold my hand and take care of me. I told him to go lock up the motorcycle. I didn’t know if we would have to abandon it. I just knew I was going to be heading to a hospital an hour away(the closest one who had a doctor that could look at my ankle).
I was loaded into an ambulance and my husband stayed behind to wait for the tow truck. He was towed to the hospital in Green Bay where his parents came with their truck and trailer to take the motorcycle home, which was still an hour away from there.
At the hospital, they decided I needed surgery. 2 bones were broken and one was twisted backwards. I had remained calm until that point. Then I started to cry. I didn’t want surgery. I had a 4 month old baby at home and a 4 year old.
After the doctor fixed me up with 7 screws and a metal plate, I wanted to go home. I didn’t care it was 1 in the morning. I was done. We loaded up and went home. Me with my giant cast and crutches.
Now, the pain and reality set in. The first week I had help from my mother in law. She brought food and took care of the boys. The weeks after, my mom would come to help let the dogs out during her lunch break. After work, she would stop by to help throw in some laundry. But I was pretty independent and did most of the stuff myself. I didn’t like needing people to do simple things for me. I had friends ask if I needed help. I always said no. My husband was working out of town, so he was home only on weekends.
I didn’t let this setback keep me from losing weight. I didn’t feel sorry for myself and feed my emotions. I continued to keep track of my calories. I was curious how many extra calories I was burning using crutches. That had to be a pretty amazing work out right?
After I healed, I got back into walking. Then I started to incorporate a game I had for my Wii called Your Shape with Jenny McCarthy. It totally kicked my butt and wasn’t fun, but I never really met a “fun” exercise routine. If I did, you wouldn’t think I’d have gotten as heavy as I did.
There were times I would plateau and get discouraged. If this is where my body wanted to be, then I guess I’ll live with it. I was a size 10 when I hit my longest plateau. It lasted about 2 months. I was just happy to be about the same size I was in high school.
I made sure I wasn’t eating over 2,000 calories a day and kept walking. One day, my body decided to go back into burning mode and I lost 25 more pounds! I was a size 6! I had never worn that size! It was an absolutely amazing feeling to know I had done it.
Now for the maintenance. I still walk a ton, and I’m talking 8 miles 4 or 5 days a week. My boys go with me. I used to push them both in a stroller, but as they’ve gotten older, they now ride their bikes the whole way and love it!! If it’s too cold out for that, I do my Wii exercise game. It was a long road, but I did it! I have kept the weight off for 3 years!
I’m also not saying you can’t eat some of the goodies you crave. You’ll see all sorts of recipes that I create that aren’t necessarily good for you. But it is ok to indulge here and there. It just can’t be a daily habit. And if you happen to mess up one day and eat that whole pan of brownies, don’t beat yourself up. Tomorrow you can start over and try again.
My advice to help you keep accountable. Write everything down. Beverages have calories too, so don’t think that Mountain Dew doesn’t count! Also, telling a friend who can help keep you on track. There’s no better feeling than having your own cheering section when you hit those mile stones!
Also, it won’t happen over night. It took me about a year and a half to lose it all. 2 pounds lost a week is good! I didn’t gain 100 pounds in a month, so expecting to lose it that quickly is absolutely unrealistic.
Don’t give up!! We all have what it takes to get there. We just need to find what keeps us motivated. My knees no longer hurt. I honestly feel amazing! That camera never lied. I really did look like that. It was the only one telling me the truth. I didn’t want to listed because the truth did hurt.
My husband saw me shedding the pounds and gave it a shot himself. He lost 50 pounds by getting more active and cutting back on what he ate too. Like I said earlier, no diet food, no pills, no surgery, no programs. Just cutting back on the calories and get your butt moving!
If you want me to be your cheering section, put your comment down below! I’ll gladly help keep you accountable!