Weight loss is a journey- luckily, I’m traveling
Gaining weight for the freshman 15 and the sophomore slump make sense to me. Worn institutions of weight gain that only a mother can love and then summarily buckle you down on a cabbage soup diet during the winter break to whittle you away. These phases passed with daily bikram yoga sessions and morning boot camp in the comforts of family’s home in San Antonio. Some 10 years and 20 lbs. bonus later, I have my MBA. And unfortunately, this time the weight isn’t as cute. I’m a few cheeseburgers away from fat and just shy of my arbitrary breaking point for acceptable weight.
My weight gain comes at a time when body positivity is being shoved down my throat and plus sizes are lining up retail coffers handsomely. I think the only part of the BP movement that somewhat resonates with me is the “journey” aspect of health but… everyone has a destination- death. And it’s really a matter of how fast and how you want it to go down- barring an accidental or ill-fated murder of course.
I think the only part of the body positivity movement that somewhat resonates with me is the “journey” aspect of health but… everyone has a destination- death. And it’s really a matter of how fast and how you want it to go down- barring an accidental or ill-fated murder of course.
My high-waisted, wide leg denim trousers have become my go-to… because I can’t really fit into anything else without some discomfort. With a crop top, I’m still my definition of kinda cute. But my family is tired of it. And heck, even my parner is tired of me wearing all his clothes (athleleisure is the best-worst thing ever).
After my engagement in March, my mom sat me down for some pre-wedding planning/excitement. Frankly, it was an intervention. I pulled out my Pinterest to show some wedding dress silhouettes and she pulled out her classic wit, “Listen, I’m not going to help you with the wedding until you lose some ell-bees”. She means pounds. Welp. I NEED my mom for everything style/lifestyle/pretty much anything- oriented. If I whip out a banging dress, it’s my mama’s. If I’m sporting baby’s breath in my teased out fro, it’s because my mama told me so. Hell, if lips are extra juicy red and my nails blaring marigold, chances are- my mama had something to do with it. She is 55 and this what a consistent, hardbody 5 am workout can do for you (she’s the one in the red with the gunshow arms, obviously):
Barring a few artistic and career differences, I trust my mother’s vision so this whole weight loss thing had to be taken seriously. Sue me for being a vain mama’s girl.
Fortunately for me, my last summer sixteen before entering the real world, I’m traveling. And it could be difficult to jumpstart this weight loss. But this is basically what I am doing and where I am doing it so far:
Diet- It’s Ramadan. So there’s that. And I’m observing for the most part out of respect for the region and my Muslim partner. I basically avoid food between the hours of 4 am — 8 pm and drink water (maybe a little fresh orange juice, if I’m feeling spicy). Carby breads in the morning and meaty tagines at night.
Travel Itinerary so far…
- Casablanca, Morocco — Pre-shower workout: 2 sets of 15 push-ups, 15 squats, 30 bicycle crunches and 30 second plank. I shower daily as a general note.
- Chefchouen, Morocco — Pre-shower workout plus taking advantage of the beautiful terrain. Today, I hiked 3 hours in total- lots of inadvertent lunges, box squats and general ab engagement to keep from falling into lush ditches.
Every time I work out, I swear my six-pack is coming back and that’s enough encouragement for me to keep it up. And thankfully, my partner is a workout fanatic so he keeps me accountable. I need mama to style my wedding, of course.