I think it’s safe to say, when it comes to weight loss, most everyone has an idea of what to do… they just are trying to find the motivation within. I honestly wish with all my heart, I could pass on that spark that I had that day I decided to commit.
I know it’s not easy. Believe me, I battled with it for over a decade. And I get emails on this all the time. So I decided to have a collection of my favorite motivational posts on Instagram thus far. With 875 posts, you could say that was a task and a half! I chose the ones that I know would’ve spoken to the old me… because I knew her excuses, her triggers, and her pain.
And I hope it speaks to you too…
People like to ask the questions they already know the answers to. They just continue on their path to finding the ‘easiest’ answer. “How do I eat healthy when I like to eat?” “When do I work out when I don’t have time?” The answers: You either eat well or you don’t. You work out or you don’t. It’s that simple.
Weight loss isn’t magic. It’s getting off your ass. It’s making smarter choices at restaurants. It’s finding 30 minutes to run. Stop asking questions you already know the answers to, stop trying to find the “quick fix” and GET. TO. WORK.
When I slipped a little last week, I didn’t say “That’s it! I’m not cut out for this life.” I thought, “What’s a little indulgence when I know just how much harder I will hit the gym and and eat clean after this weekend?” I knew it would set me back a tiny bit, but believed so much in myself, and how far I’ve come, that a few days of excess wasn’t anything compared to the years of fitness that are ahead of me. That’s the beauty of JOURNEYS… they last a lifetime. Now… fasting, diets, and quick fixes: You’re doomed from the moment you slip.
Got in a bikini again, baby. And this time I didn’t have to drink my liquid courage to get off that beach towel. I pranced around in that thing without giving a rat’s ass if I had cellulite on my ass, stretch marks on my hips, or love handles when I sat. I worked my ass off and earned every single second of this moment. From passing on the drinks, to watching every morsel of food that went in my body. This shit was not easy, nor is it gonna get easier. But I know now, after 6 hard months, what’s more important to me: a couple of moments of indulgence or a lifetime of health and confidence.
After 7 months of hitting the gym on a consistent basis, it has finally become second-nature to me. It is no longer something I dread doing. The weekends, however, are the hard part. It’s either tell my friends for the millionth time that I “can’t make it” or go and face the calorie jungle. Don’t let my weight loss fool you guys. I still struggle just like any red-blooded alcoholic human being. Especially with football coming up. But your awesome comments, likes, and your very own IG’s are what I think about when faced with that struggle. I know I’m not alone. With the weekend here, let’s all remember we’re all fighting the good fight together.
Anyone who says they don’t lose weight or get fit to look good is a lying crock of shit. I mean, don’t get me wrong, it shouldn’t be the ONLY reason you work out, but don’t give me that high-and-mighty self-righteous crap.
But MY motivation? I finally realized I don’t ever want to put my kids through the same struggles I went through, as far as my weight. It shouldn’t take them 30 years to figure it out. I want to be able to take my kids (and grand kids) on hikes as a family and not raise them on chips and soda. I want to see them run for track and not make notes for them to get out of it. I simply want to see my family grow.
I just realized I ran 26 miles in 7 days. I didn’t run 26 miles the first 30 YEARS of my LIFE! As much as I hate saying “I regret”… I FUCKING REGRET not making fitness and my health a priority sooner. I used to be the girl that thought the cross country girls in high school were ‘crazy’ for running 3 miles…and now I know I would’ve done awesome if I wasn’t so fucking lazy.
Of course, the only thing I can do now is move forward and kick ass from here. But if you’re stuck in a rut or wondering “when” you should start, I’m here to tell you to MOVE YOUR ASS. Don’t be me… Full of regret.
Never have I ever been so afraid of posting a picture of me. Never have I ever had tears of anger in my eyes as I typed something. And never have I ever wanted to go back in time and tell this chick to get her shit together. Ladies and gentlemen, this is “the picture”. The picture that back in 2001 made me realize how big I was. Apparently mirrors weren’t enough. Who the fuck knows how much I weighed here, but my guess is a good 210, most likely more. From here, I would go on to lose about 40 pounds fairly quickly, on a 1200 calorie and strictly cardio regimen, and started what would become ten years of yo-yo’ing. No one really said anything to me back then, because how do you REALLY tell someone they look like a cow? This is why I don’t coddle or sugar coat around here. We all need a good kick in the ass and when I say “Get the fuck up and move!” I’m talking to the old me who needed someone like the new me to help her. Trust me… I care more than you think.
A lifetime of being overweight, even borderline obese. A decade of yo-yo’ing, and countless years of laziness, has cultivated to this moment: My ultimate goal weight photo shoot.
This day wasn’t simply about “weight loss”, as I could’ve easily taken these in July, only weighing about 2 or 3 pounds less here than I did then… but more of what I will have accomplished in one year: a half-marathon, a firm grasp on proper nutrition and fitness, and the mother of all NSV’s: complete and utter confidence in my own skin.
I have no secrets to give you. No magical wisdom. There’s no specific foods or exercises to target one area of the body. I know a lot of you don’t want to hear this and most likely than not, have already asked someone else “how” before coming here hoping for another answer.
I don’t like when people ask me how I did it. Because my answer will always come out sounding like a condescending one: “Hard work at the gym and even harder work outside of it.” Don’t ask how many times I go, what exercises I do, or how many calories I consume. Because what I’m doing is specific to me and my goals. Stop asking and start DOING. Do what YOU can. It may be just a mile walk. Because if this is more than you were doing before, then there’s no absolutely no shame in that. This is YOUR journey.
I wish I could tell those girls they didn’t have to grow up jealous of their skinny, pretty cousins her whole life. That they didn’t have to watch the guys they liked throughout high school ask her skinny best friends out instead of her. That she didn’t have to drink all the time to feel confident.
It took me a really long time to figure out who I was. And I’d be lying to myself if I said I didn’t have regrets. But I am making up for lost time now. And making damn sure the memories I’m creating now and in the future, somehow makes the ones from the past worth the pain. And so far, they are.
Every now and then I like to go through my old posts for inspiration on new ones. Revisiting the journey reminds me of how far I’ve come instead of how much I have left to go. I posted the model on the left as one of my dream physiques. I remember thinking, it’s almost like asking a kid, “What do you want to be when you grown up?”… Sometimes that dream seems far-fetched, but if you work hard enough for it, guess what? You just might might make it! With the right mindset and determination, anything is possible guys.
…and the one on the right, is me. The dream chaser 💫
I was never a runner. And just started running last year; completing one mile in January, two in February, three in March, and so on. My goal was to add one mile a month till I reached 13 miles by this race. Well… I did that. My initial hope was to finish this, my first half-marathon, in under 2 hours. …But with my knee feeling the way it has been these last 2 weeks, who knows if I will be able to finish it without stopping.
This bums me out a bit. But, just gotta do what can, feed off the energy of everyone here, and push as hard as I can. I have my babe seeing me off, and #TeamGrinderGlam on my back . Thank you all for your amazing comments and wonderful support.
By far, the most asked question I get asked is “How did you do it?” When I first started my journey, I used to get annoyed by this question because if they would take more than 2 seconds to look at my profile, they would see that I was putting in WORK. At the gym and outside of it.
But now that I’m pursuing personal training, I can’t just answer it like that. I UNDERSTAND that it’s not that simple. They just don’t know. Just like I didn’t 10 or so years ago. My answer to it will now be, “Because I was READY to change”. I decided to make it my LIFE, not just a timeframe. Back then I simply lost the weight, and for whatever fucked up reason thought it would stay off for a while not going to the gym anymore and drinking and eating myself to oblivion. I was obviously NOT ready to change.
I made the change to be healthy enough to run half marathons, instead of joining yet another happy hour. I made the choice to want to hike without getting winded, instead of having a third plate of food just because there’s still a little bit of space in my stomach. How I did it was to make that choice to love being fit more than I loved being fat. What’s yours?
As a future trainer and someone who has learned from countless setbacks, I can’t begin to tell you how important proper nutrition is for your goals. YOU WILL NEVER GET FIT AND STAY THERE until you get that shit on lockdown. Read that part again so you know how serious I am. Yeah, you can try some bullshit diet or cleanse and lose a few pounds, think you’re the shit, then gain it all back the second you stare at a donut. You have to get it through your thick skull that this is a LIFETIME. You might as well make it good. Know the difference between craving something and being hungry. You should NEVER be hungry. And if you are, you’re doing something wrong.
I always hear this gem, “Don’t you ever get tired of eating the same, boring ‘healthy’ food”? Well first, it isn’t boring if you do it right. And second, aren’t YOU tired of being fat? What’s the difference? You just have to chose which “tired” you prefer.
I had to sign up at 24 Hour Fitness again in order to work out with the Babesters in LA. I haven’t been there in over a year. Decided to do my all-time favorite TKB class yesterday. There’s an older lady there…I say about 60-70 years old who beat breast cancer. I used to stop to watch her all the time to dance her little heart in Zumba. Apparently she’s now in kickboxing too! She has no rhythm, the poor punkin, and the class is simply way too fast for her. But you see her WORK… and MOVE as fast as her frail little body can. The most inspirational thing you have ever seen. …I have never pushed myself as hard when I workout as when I see her. Glad to see she’s still there grinding. Do it while you can folks… You’ll regret it the day you aren’t able to anymore.
Btw, this is a pic of my Yeya, who turned 92 yesterday. She’s almost completely blind and this is the moment she recognized my voice after having not seen me in over 4 years 💕
People often ask me what keeps me motivated. Well, at this point, it’s many things. My health, my looks, or how I great I feel after a workout, run, or race. This wasn’t the case in the beginning. It was more like a chore. So then, why did I go? Well ask yourself this: Why do you go to work? Assuming you’re not working a dream job, you’re most likely going to get a check. You got bills to pay right? Same with fitness. It may not always be the most appealing thing to do on an almost daily basis, but the rewards always outweigh the work.
The motivation is not always going to be there. Hell, even for me. Believe me, I have moments where I look at myself in the mirror after weeks and weeks of training and become so dissatisfied with the lack of progress. Then I just have to remember how far I’ve come; and not just in terms of weight. Remind yourself why you started and not let that time be time wasted. Keep fighting. Your future self will thank you.
In this fit journey, the hardest part of the body to train, is the brain. The discipline to stop saying, “Eh, it’s only a few drinks.” or “I’ll look stupid if I don’t eat with everyone.” and “Fuck it. I’ll just go hard tomorrow at the gym” (then don’t go). People always ask me if I have any tips on self-control. Well for me, it’s realizing that you can still have a great time with your friends and family without overindulging. Stop eyeing the food, stop wishing you could drink like they are, remind yourself that you’re there for their company, and remember what you work SO HARD for. Think about this very moment… I know you’re reading this saying “I CAN do this”. Prove yourself RIGHT this time.
I don’t ever want anyone to come at me and say, “You forgot what it’s like to be fat”… I will NEVER forget what it’s like. I lived 30 years of it. So when I come with my no-bullshit attitude, it’s to talk to the old me who made up every excuse under the sun to stay fat. I WANT YOU TO SUCCEED. But coddling, or excusing behaviors isn’t going to do it.
I had no idea my weight-loss journey would end up on IG the way it has. It was just a diary at first. But now that it has grown into this beautiful catapult for inspiration, I will do what I can to make sure I’m not out there being all “Rah! Rah!” about weight loss. Because it’s NOT easy and have failed more times than I can count. You see me beasting out workouts, burning these calories, and skipping Happy Hour now because I was tired of not living this beautiful life. I used to think it was nice to lounge all day, and party and drink all night. That’s not living man. So no, I will never forget what it used to be like. I use those memories to fuel the new memories I’m about to create…
The self-control and the desire to workout takes time. You need to be patient in his journey. I did NOT wake up all of the sudden with no taste buds and be desire to run instead of watch TV. What eventually happened was that I loved what I was seeing in the mirror… No amount of cupcakes or TV marathons could break me anymore.
Imagine if you were blind…
Just pitch black.
If you were blind, ask yourself how badly you’d want to see? If pushing yourself to your limits, could give you sight, would you do it? If there were a cure, would you let anything stand in your way?
What if you had to spend more time planning your workouts and less time planning your weekend? Would it even be a tough choice?
If a few extra hours, few more drops of sweat, and a little bit more blood was all it took, would you CLAIM YOUR SIGHT?