I have had a few things weighing heavy on my heart lately, so I just decided to write and see where it took me. Maybe some of you have experienced the same thing... maybe not....
Maybe you are guilty of this... maybe not...
Regardless, I just ask for you to hear me out.
It was
January of 2012 that I began getting into fitness. I wanted to train to run 5K's.
I was always naturally thin (I believe it is because I have been a dancer since age 3), and never watched what I ate.
In
March of 2012 I began eating Gluten free 85% of the time, as well as cutting out processed junk.
Once my husband got home from Afghanistan and we were settled into our new home in Alaska, I realized all the running wasn't for me. I was diagnosed with Stage 2
Hallux Limitus, and running became very uncomfortable for anything more than a short stent.
So in
September of 2012 I began working with a personal trainer. I learned about Crossfit vs body building, and the difference between the two. I dropped down to my goal weight and was at 18% body fat. I felt good about myself and where I was going with my training.
Then
December 2012 hit, and we spent 1 week in Punta Cana boozing it up, and eating literally endless amounts of food. After that we spent 2 weeks in Ohio with family over Christmas and I didn't even think about the gym. I also managed to eat whatever I want. Heading back to Alaska in January the downward spiral continued and with my odd work schedule of 7AM-12PM then 4PM-9PM, I chose sleep over going to the gym. Then came Feburary of 2013 when iI decided to hop onto a scale only to realize I had gained 6 pounds.
I get it, you are rolling you eyes at me, saying "Seriously, you are crying about 6 pounds?"
It wasn't the weight, I promise you that. It was the symbolism of how quickly I threw away all of my hard work. For what? Food... and a week of drinking ? I was mad at myself, and thats just what I needed. So I recommitted to pushing myself, and to stop feeling sorry for myself. I started setting my alarm for 4:45 AM and made it to the gym by 5:00. I was lifting heavy again, doing cardio and prepping my meals.
And thats when the negativity from others began....
It seemed like everyone around me needed to tell me that I don't need to lose weight, that I need to eat grains (uhh... no you seriously do not
need to eat grains folks), that I look fine the way I am, that I'm crazy for waking up that early, that lifting heavy would make me bulky (... if only I had a penny for every time I heard that one), that the food I was eating was gross, it's weird that I eat 6 times a day, why do I take so many vitamins.......
I could continue if I had the time. But you get the picture, I have heard it all. And in all honesty I just want to know why? Why do people feel the need to bring negativity into your life, your business, and something that makes you feel good about yourself?
I eat the way I do to fuel my body.
I don't eat grains because I find better sources of carbohydrates in vegetables.
I only eat one serving of fruit a day because fruit is sugar filled.
I lift weights because I like the look of defined muscles.
I don't eat dairy or much sugar because I have IBS
I don't count calories because I count macronutrients instead.
I have a goal weight, and plan on reaching it by eating nearly 1500+ calories a day.
I workout to feel good about myself, and to have some "me" time.
I'm not on a "diet", and I don't "diet".... I have a diet which consists of what I eat daily.
Time to step off my soap box, you say ? Seriously though.... has anyone else ever dealt with this? I personally want to inspire and motivate people, but why do the people closest to you have to be the most critical?