I know where I went wrong…

I know where I went wrong

I was scrolling through the camera roll on my iPad this morning looking for a photo. I noticed something. There was a big gap in my roll between photos of me.

In 2013 I lost a lot of weight. I looked and felt really good. I thought everything was fixed and I would now look like that forever.

Slowly some of my old eating habits crept back in. I took some photos, but I don’t think I really LOOKED at them.

Over time, I noticed small changes; shirts not quite fitting right, pants getting a little tighter. I CHOSE to ignore them.  Afterall, I was a trainer and I knew what I was doing… didn’t I?

More time went by, more changes that I continued to ignore. Then the photos stopped. For 12 months there are no photos. NOT ONE.

I KNEW I was putting on weight again, but I didn’t want to acknowledge it. I became too scared to take photos because I knew I would not like what I saw. I went on ignoring the…I was going to say elephant in the room… you know what I mean. Full blown DENIAL of the state I was in.

Finally I took charge again. I enlisted the help of a trainer/mentor and started to get back on track. This year there have been regular photos. I have been accountable in my training and my nutrition.  I am nowhere near where I want to be which is back to what I was in 2013. BUT, this time I know how to keep it once I’m there.

Taking regular photos allows you to see if you’re going off track. It also allows you to make adjustments to catch it early.

The older I get, the harder it gets to keep it off, so the smaller the changes I need to make, the better it will be.

Next Sunday I climb the Eureka tower. On Monday, everything about my focus changes from climbing a tower, to getting my body where I want it.

Bring on 2018 and me getting back into these pants!