I Just Did It
By Valeri Webber
Benicia CA USA
From NEW BEGINNINGS, Vol. 17 No. 6, September-October 2000, p. 160
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I was very round when I met my husband, but he loved me as I was. Before I had children, I had used fad or starvation diets. Three babies in four years challenged my body. Between my pregnancies, I tried three major commercial weight loss programs with moderate but temporary results. My weight went up and down until I decided to give exercising a try. At first, I couldn't get through the low impact aerobic exercise video. I thought I would combust! I pressed on, reminding myself that if I could face hours of labor and then give birth, I could certainly do an hour of low-impact exercise. I told myself I didn't care if I lost weight, I just wanted to firm up and be healthy. I didn't want to diet because I was nursing a hefty six-month-old and feared strict dieting would diminish the quality and quantity of my milk. I didn't lose any weight for weeks, even though I worked out five days a week.
Then one day, about six weeks into my program, it seemed I started melting. The weight fell off. I was so inspired I started cutting fat and sugars. I didn't consider this dieting, merely paying more attention to what I was eating. I made my workouts more energetic by adding weight training, cycling, and finally jazz exercise. I felt fabulously healthy and alive. Though the process was slow, I began viewing myself as a healthy, fit person. I had never been fit in my life, but now I was strong and lean. My entire view of myself, my self-esteem, and my goals had changed. Exercise became something I "got" to do; not something I "had" to do. It was my gift to my family and myself.
I maintained my loss of over 40 pounds for several years until I struggled with infertility. Between the depression, PMS, overeating each failed month, and the fertility medications, I gained 20 pounds back. I stopped exercising as much, which added to my depression. When I finally did become pregnant, I started working out faithfully again. I really wanted to be fit throughout pregnancy for the first time. What a difference I saw in the pregnancy and birth! I felt fantastic. I even worked on my due date. I loved flaunting my big pregnant belly at jazz exercise, clad in my neon pink leotard. My baby weighed nine pounds, but I was at my pre-pregnancy weight in two weeks and by six months postpartum I was back to my pre-infertility weight, thanks again to exercise.
Breastfeeding did not slow my results; it helped me. I was concerned enough about my well being and that of my babies to eat nutritiously and resist the desire to crash diet for a quick fix that rarely works. Nursing helped my self-esteem, too. I could forgive any perceived imperfections as I marveled at the job that my body was doing nourishing my babies. A body that could sustain such perfect little beings couldn't be half-bad.
Making the choice to "just do it" changed my life! My children now have a mother who can run and play, they have an example of healthful living, and they also get nutritious meals. My husband has a wife who has stopped hiding her body (which he always loved - no matter the size). I have finally become the me I have always wanted to be, not just in body, but in spirit too. If I go a few days without exercise, my body is like a dog at the door begging to be walked. If I let it go longer, I become complacent and it gets harder to get going. Then the dread sets in, the habit wanes. So, if nothing else, I try to take the baby out for a walk. I love the fact that at age 34, I am faster, stronger and lighter than I was at age 19.
Adapted from an article in the November 1996 issue of Virginia Visions, the Leaders' Letter for LLL of Virginia.