I have struggled with my weight for most of my life, after learning to turn to food as a coping mechanism at a young age. I spent my early adult years yo-yoing and trying different diets that I could never stick to, and weren’t particularly healthy, and also being completely sedentary. I gained over 60lbs with my first pregnancy, tipping the scales at over 250lbs after having the baby, and only lost a little more than half of that before getting pregnant with my second child, who was born in 2013. In between those two pregnancies, I also sustained a knee injury, leaving my knee permanently damaged. As I continued the cycle of losing a little, then regaining plus extra, the pain in my knee reached a point where I was having trouble sleeping at night, and I was having to wear a supportive brace just to make it through the day.
I realized that the knee pain was only the beginning, and if I didn’t do something about my weight and my lifestyle, I would likely encounter more serious health issues. I also thought about my two young daughters, and what kind of a role model I was being for them. I wanted to be around for them for a long, long time, and I did not want them to go down the same path I did.
January 5, 2015 was the day I decided to overhaul my lifestyle. I weighed in at over 260lbs that day. I started weighing and measuring my food, making healthier choices, and walking on a treadmill or using an elliptical for 30 minutes on my lunch break a few times a week. It was really hard at first both physically and mentally, but I kept going. As I lost more weight, my knee pain subsided a little and I added more exercise to my routine. I hadn’t even attempted running for a very long time because I was afraid that my knee wouldn’t be able to handle it. After losing close to 75lbs my knee pain was almost gone, and I decided one day to just go for it. I ran for 5 minutes straight that day, and I remember feeling thrilled that my knee held up, and proud that I made it 5 whole minutes. That was August, 2015 and I haven’t stopped since. I pushed myself a little bit more and a little bit more, and slowly increased my endurance. I ran my first race, a 5k in October, 2015 and as soon as I crossed that finish line, I knew I was hooked. Since then, I have completed several more races including 5ks, 10ks, and a half marathon. Crossing the finish line at my half marathon was one of the proudest moments of my life, and a feeling I will never forget. I’m currently training for two more half marathons that I’ll be running this year, and my ultimate goal is a full marathon. I am registered for the 2017 Edmonton marathon, the half, but I am debating training for and attempting the full. If not this year, I’m coming for the 2018 Edmonton marathon!
If there’s one thing I’ve learned in the last two years, it’s that I can accomplish any goal I set for myself if I’m willing to work hard at it. If I can go from barely being able to walk on a treadmill for 30 minutes to running a half marathon, I feel like I can do anything.
And possibly the best part is that my daughters love running with me, and talk about their mommy the runner all the time. 🙂