When I first settled in this great land in December 2009, I weighed 170 lbs. I’m only 5’5″ so you can imagine how uncomfortable I felt.
However, at the time I didn’t think much of it, especially because my fiancé (now husband) was always telling me how pretty I was, and frankly, I’m quite a self-confident type of girl anyway. With a new man by my side, I became even less conscious of my declining state of health. I was in love, dating, going out every night and thus, eating out every night. Changing my eating habits and lifestyle was the last thing on my mind.
In October 2010, we got married and ended up travelling back to California for the holidays to visit with friends and relatives. During those months, I savoured every minute while in my home state and ate to my heart’s content as though I’d never before eaten at an In-N-Out. I remember feeling pretty happy, in love, and completely oblivious to my form. We returned home to Sydney the following January. Excitedly, I began to organize all the photos and footage from our trip. And that’s when reality hit me.
One photo in particular caught my attention so much that I had to look twice at myself. Who is that girl? Is that me? Do I really look like that? I didn’t want to believe it. I rushed to the scale to weigh myself and the numbers confirmed it. I weighed 183 lbs–it was the most I’d ever weighed in my life. I was floored. Was I really just 17 lbs shy of 200? Oh yikes. And that was it.
All at once I knew I needed to change, especially with my 30th birthday looming just around the corner. So I made a promise to myself–2011 was going to be the year I’d start something new. This needed to be the year of change. I had wasted enough of my youth on overeating, bingeing on junk food, guzzling sugary caffeinated drinks, and lying to myself about my fat. It was time to say goodbye to this version of me and usher in a new version–a healthy me, an active me, an Aussie me.
I’ve made some pretty big decisions in my life like moving 7,000 miles away from home (family & friends) and getting married to an Australian prince charming. But this decision to change my eating habits and be more physically active tops them all. I felt it was almost as life-changing a decision as committing my life to Jesus! Because the truth is, I had been addicted to food for so long, perhaps even to the point where I worshipped it and made it my lord. But now I can see it so clearly, and I know that this change actually goes hand in hand with what it means to have a life built on truth. I had lied to myself for much too long. I denied a huge part of me that had been crying out for years in the mirror. I ignored all the signs and gave myself excuses like, “They’re just curves” and “It’s ok, nobody’s perfect” when the reality was, I was abusing the body my Creator gave me.
Living abroad in Australia has been a God-given blessing, and one of the most rewarding things for my physical, emotional, mental, and spiritual health. So far in my time here, I’ve learned what it means to exercise self-control and portion control; I’ve started to ditch the car and go for walks instead; I’ll pick up an apple to munch on instead of snacking on chips or cookies; I guzzle down water instead of soda; I consume vitamins instead of painkillers. Who knows what else will change?
No doubt, I’m still very much in progress but I welcome you to keep tabs on my fat loss journey! I’m tracking it all here at >>Me vs Me.
See you there!