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Accountability is the final element that will assist me in shedding the remaining weight. Articulating my plans will force me to commit fully to this endeavor, i.e. the final stage of my body transformation. I am attempting to coax the final fat into dissolving from my thighs and abdomen. It is a battle. I acknowledge that I am possibly viewing my body’s form, the pear, as an enemy. I concede that my perception concerning various aspects must undergo evaluation. I will concretely hash out the journey here for insight; the tangibility will help lock in the lifestyle change.
I am built exactly like my grandmother who maintained a steady 95 pounds until her third pregnancy usurped her body. Completing the next step in the evolutionary process I am a full inch taller than she was; I am 5’0”. I feel that 105 as a goal is reasonable because of my height and small frame. I do not wish to dip below 100 at all. Currently, I am of the mindset that the numerical value the scale attributes my weight isn’t as important as the overall physical shape of my body. For the past few months I’ve been hovering at the 115 pound mark. If I were to remain 115 pounds and it be lean muscle, I would have no complaint. Part of my journey is discovering the state in which I feel comfortable and have achieved my goals. I’ve lost 75 pounds so far, there is nothing stopping me from the final 10.
I have accomplished so much. I used to be a size 22 and am now a size 3 in pants. I used to wear XL tops… now I am wearing S or XS. I lost the vast majority of my chest (which works in my favor during jogging)—may my breasts rest in peace. Jokingly, I refer to them as my pecs now. I’m actually starting to like my body. I am slowly building up my confidence; though, it is arduous to overthrow a destructive thought process that has been in place for almost two decades. It’s slowly dissipating, like the weight. I knew I was mentally transforming when I was able to look at my body and realize how much I love my shoulders and arms. I actually show them off.
I am also starting to accept that it is not in my genetic predisposition to look like the models and actresses that current society glorifies. A mere 5% of the population has the genetics to attain the ideal. I am built of sturdy Eastern European stock, mostly German and Serbian. While I have a frail upper half I have a heavier lower body, so my thighs and buttocks for the most part are here to stay. My thighs will probably always touch when I walk. The bigger the cushion, the better for pushin’ anyway! I prefer the J. Lo look. Above all I just want to be healthy and avoid the diabetes, heart disease, high blood pressure, and poor circulation problems that are plaguing my obese family members/relatives.
I have never set foot in a gym during this transformation so I work out at home; my mother believes I am excessive. My family endears me with the title Exercise Nazi. It is an every day deal for me, or else I feel like an utter slob. I am currently using Tony Horton’s Power 90 and have just finished week 3. Essentially I am doing three days of cardio and three days of muscle sculpting a week through the program. My day of rest from the program I do the 4 Mile of Leslie Sansone’s Walk Away the Pounds Express. I take a two mile walk with my mother and dog every night. I also have been buckling down and doing some form of abdomen exercises each day. I may purchase a belly dancing tape to assist flattening my stomach. I’ve been contemplating incorporating jogging to help manage my lower half the nights I do my muscle training, just for about 15 to 20 minutes for an added calorie burn.
My attitude with food needs to change. I am debating whether or not to count calories. I do not wish to get to my goal and then blow it by resuming a normal, unrestricted diet. I may focus on getting my portion sizes in control. I do not wish to deprive myself and derail my success. I need to incorporate more fruits and healthy selections. I may at first write down what I eat for my own benefit, to examine the intake of various nutrients. This will also benefit my mother when she has her lapband surgery, for I will be more knowledgeable and can assist her in her lifestyle change.
My mental transformation begins/continues tomorrow. I am in it to win it; pardon my French, but my personal motto is ‘Shit or get off the pot.’ It definitely applies now.
I am built exactly like my grandmother who maintained a steady 95 pounds until her third pregnancy usurped her body. Completing the next step in the evolutionary process I am a full inch taller than she was; I am 5’0”. I feel that 105 as a goal is reasonable because of my height and small frame. I do not wish to dip below 100 at all. Currently, I am of the mindset that the numerical value the scale attributes my weight isn’t as important as the overall physical shape of my body. For the past few months I’ve been hovering at the 115 pound mark. If I were to remain 115 pounds and it be lean muscle, I would have no complaint. Part of my journey is discovering the state in which I feel comfortable and have achieved my goals. I’ve lost 75 pounds so far, there is nothing stopping me from the final 10.
I have accomplished so much. I used to be a size 22 and am now a size 3 in pants. I used to wear XL tops… now I am wearing S or XS. I lost the vast majority of my chest (which works in my favor during jogging)—may my breasts rest in peace. Jokingly, I refer to them as my pecs now. I’m actually starting to like my body. I am slowly building up my confidence; though, it is arduous to overthrow a destructive thought process that has been in place for almost two decades. It’s slowly dissipating, like the weight. I knew I was mentally transforming when I was able to look at my body and realize how much I love my shoulders and arms. I actually show them off.
I am also starting to accept that it is not in my genetic predisposition to look like the models and actresses that current society glorifies. A mere 5% of the population has the genetics to attain the ideal. I am built of sturdy Eastern European stock, mostly German and Serbian. While I have a frail upper half I have a heavier lower body, so my thighs and buttocks for the most part are here to stay. My thighs will probably always touch when I walk. The bigger the cushion, the better for pushin’ anyway! I prefer the J. Lo look. Above all I just want to be healthy and avoid the diabetes, heart disease, high blood pressure, and poor circulation problems that are plaguing my obese family members/relatives.
I have never set foot in a gym during this transformation so I work out at home; my mother believes I am excessive. My family endears me with the title Exercise Nazi. It is an every day deal for me, or else I feel like an utter slob. I am currently using Tony Horton’s Power 90 and have just finished week 3. Essentially I am doing three days of cardio and three days of muscle sculpting a week through the program. My day of rest from the program I do the 4 Mile of Leslie Sansone’s Walk Away the Pounds Express. I take a two mile walk with my mother and dog every night. I also have been buckling down and doing some form of abdomen exercises each day. I may purchase a belly dancing tape to assist flattening my stomach. I’ve been contemplating incorporating jogging to help manage my lower half the nights I do my muscle training, just for about 15 to 20 minutes for an added calorie burn.
My attitude with food needs to change. I am debating whether or not to count calories. I do not wish to get to my goal and then blow it by resuming a normal, unrestricted diet. I may focus on getting my portion sizes in control. I do not wish to deprive myself and derail my success. I need to incorporate more fruits and healthy selections. I may at first write down what I eat for my own benefit, to examine the intake of various nutrients. This will also benefit my mother when she has her lapband surgery, for I will be more knowledgeable and can assist her in her lifestyle change.
My mental transformation begins/continues tomorrow. I am in it to win it; pardon my French, but my personal motto is ‘Shit or get off the pot.’ It definitely applies now.
And sometimes there's pot involved too... oh wait. nevermind. Hi! I am Anke. I'm 20 and I live stay in South Africa. I've been at this mission since April now, and I'm still going strong. 
