Here’s my story: I’m Coco (Corene) 5’6, 27, lover of Christ, full time mommy, licensed cosmetologist, owner of Cocoslittleshop.com, married to my sexy man for 5 years and we have a handsome little 2 year old. I was always just a medium sized girl who would kind of watch what I ate but never wanted to be the one to say “I’m on a diet” that was so lame to me. I mean come on I have an ice cream tattooed on me (which is cute until you’re fat). Well, after I had our sweet little son things SURE did change. It’s not what you’re thinking, it wasn’t pregnancy weight lingering around that I needed to shred, that actually came off pretty quick, like 4 weeks quick. I had a very sick pregnancy, walked every day and ate well for my little bean. I only gained 20 pounds. The weight issue came very slow and gradual after losing the baby weight. It snuck up on me and pretty much punched me in the face! My son was born Christmas 2009 and like I said I lost that weight quick but then somewhere in between being comfortable in my marriage, taking care of our son, forgetting I exist too, starting a new business and having no will power with a love for food I became in the obese category! I’m pretty sure I assumed that being a stay at home mommy was enough of a work out but that is clearly not the case. On a daily basis whenever I became discouraged about my weight I would tell myself that my son doesn’t care if I’m fat. I started noticing my facebook pictures would be just face shots. You know the kind that you turn a certain angle, crop and edit things to look cute? Yep that’s where I was for a long time! I then started asking my husband questions like “are you attracted to me?” He always answered with something along the lines of “I think you’re beautiful honey”. So more time would go by and I’d see pictures of friends that had children my sons age and looked amazing (Nichole). I’d make a promise to myself to lose weight, but I never stuck to it.
Here comes my change. It was November 17th 2011 I stepped on the scale and it said 171. I remember my eyes getting huge, my heart sinking and thinking not acceptable! I was done and I felt it inside of me. The feeling had taken over me and I was so excited for change, for health, for confidence. My 5-year wedding anniversary was approaching (January 20th) so I decided to talk to my husband about losing weight and rewarding ourselves with a skinny shopping spree as our gift to one another. We have given plenty of gifts over the years and I thought what could be more important than the gift of health to your spouse? He LOVED the idea since he too wanted to lose weight. We agreed we would weigh in January 1st and IF we met our goals a shopping we will go. My goal was 20 pounds (his was 30). I was ready and beast mode came on. Now came the tricky part I was diagnosed with Fibromyalgia at 14 years old and have had physically educed asthma for as long as I can remember. I knew that running was the fastest way to lose weight but I had never ever ran (literally never) and always had doctors notes not to. I just couldn’t fathom at least giving it a try. So that night I got a gym pass and off I went (with inhaler and Pandora in hand) ready to run. Well, I ran for 3 minutes and felt like I was going to faint and my shins were in extreme pain. It didn’t really go as planned but I went and I did what I physically could. That’s the step that takes the longest and hey it was faster than I was running sitting on the couch. I ran the next day, and the next, and the next, until rest day. I had got up to 12 minutes and on the 7th day I weighed in and I had lost 10 pounds! Yes 1 week of running (pushing myself) and eating very healthy. My body was BEYOND ready or more like anxious to get rid of this fat. I continued this every day (with my 1 rest day) for 6 weeks total. It was weigh-in time so either I would be rewarded with a new skinny shopping spree or I get no 5-year anniversary present (remember I agreed to this). I watched my weight leading up to this and worked so hard (and pinned all sorts of cute skinny outfits). Two days before weigh in I was 152 and so nervous. The day before our weigh in I reached my goal, I was 150. I did it; I lost 20 pounds, 17.5 inches in 6 weeks all the right way. I am so proud of myself. It is now February 4th I have switched up my workout. I am going from running 6 days a week (36 minutes now) to P90x. I am in my 2nd week of P90x, and ready for my beach body.
“It’s not a diet, it’s a lifestyle”
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