Have you ever had one of those ‘light bulb’ moments where you just come up with a great idea and then you think you are like the smartest person in the world? Well I had one of those moments recently!
When I started my blog, ‘Laugh.Run.Tacos’ I wanted it to be my way of documenting my crazy race challenge, my life and my undying love of tacos with my family and friends but in reality I want to grow this blog into something really amazing and inspiring.
Here is where my idea comes in. I am really blessed to know some truly amazing people who have accomplished so many remarkable goals over the years. My idea is to have them be a part of the 'Laugh.Run.Tacos' family and to share their exciting journey with everyone. Sharing is caring folks! With that said welcome to the family Shannon (insert Al Pacino's voice from the Godfather)
I have known Shannon since we were in elementary, Cimarron Superstars! We went on to finish High School together and thanks to social media we have been able to reconnect, yay! Here is a class picture of us from the second grade. Oh, how cute are we?!? Sadly, I still have that same hairstyle!
I have seen Shannon transform herself and achieve so many goals that I am in complete awe of her. I love her dedication and the commitment she has made to better her life. I asked Shannon to be a part of the blog so that we can follow her journey plus she is hilarious and probably way more interesting than me……here is her story
I was tired. Like, all the time, I was tired. I looked forward to weekends because I knew I could squeeze in a nap on Saturday and Sunday afternoons. A two hour nap. But hey, that was to be expected, right? I'm a mom. I work full-time. I have a house to run. Groceries to buy. Meals to prepare. Bills to pay. Responsibilities. So weekends were meant to be "break time" and to recharge my batteries. But my battery never felt fully charged.
The reality? I was 36 years old and I weighed nearly 300 pounds.
So for the New Year, right before I turned 37, I decided that perhaps napping was NOT the answer to feeling recharged. I started counting points (sort of following Weight Watchers). This helped me identify that I was eating way too much food (portions). I started going to the gym...where I was only able, initially, to do 20 to 30 minutes on the elliptical.
And I kept going. And going. And going. Hmm...sounds like some battery brand, doesn't it?
Along the way, the points system went out the window. I was able to decide what "healthy portions" looked like. And I never, ever deprived myself. If I wanted something (wine, chocolate, etc.), by God, I ate or drank those things. I just figured out how to make room elsewhere in my diet and exercise to accommodate for them. I was NOT going to be one of those people who said "I can't eat that". Life's too short.
And exercise? Well, I kept at that, too. 30 minutes on the elliptical turned into 45 and then into an hour. And when I felt like I wasn't being challenged there, I turned to the scary stairmill machine. I said, "If I can do 10 minutes on that thing and not die, then I'm good". I did 10, then 30, then 45, and then an hour. And when that got old (and it did), I decided to try running.
Running? I probably had you up until that point. Trust me, I was one of those people who HATED running in school. Track and field day? Despise. Running the track to meet the required time for a mile? Pain and agony. I was a dancer. A gymnast. NOT a runner. But hear me out.
All my life I felt like running was punishment. But I decided, much the same way I had done all of these other things...to challenge myself. Could I run a mile? And I did. Was it a fluke? So I did it again - not a fluke. Was I fast? Oh heck no. But I kept at it. And one mile became 3 miles, and 3 miles became 4 miles, and 4 miles became 6 miles...and two weeks ago I did 7 miles. Without stopping. And I felt like I'd just climbed Everest! Go me! It was and IS one of the most fulfilling things I've ever done for myself.
I'm a runner.
And through all of this, I managed to go from 298 pounds down to 161 pounds. I'm 39. It's taken me two years. I was a size 24. Today I'm a size 8. And this is my life. This is my lifestyle. All of what I've told you is everything I practice today.
No pills. No surgery. No magic bullet. I worked - hard - and I continue to work hard every day. But I've done it in a safe and sane way and it's worked for me.
And the best part is...I don't nap anymore! And I don't even miss it!
I exercise for my mental health as much as my physical health. It's become part of my routine. I have developed a MUCH healthier relationship with food. And I feel better.
That Energizer bunny ain't got nothin' on me!
Oh, and my goal for this year (or at least for the month of January) is to run 100 miles. So far so good! Stay tuned!
Shannon