My Weight Loss Journey

My journey began March 1, 2010.  Kimber was a little over 3 months old.  I weighed 180 pounds, on my 5’4” body.
 
This is me.  Mid-March 2010 on a family spring break trip to Beaver’s Bend.  Besides the scrubs I was wearing (tightly) to work, those pants that I’m wearing were one of two that fit me at a size 14.

Oh the chunkiness.  And I don’t mean sweet baby Kimmi, either…. Look at my chipmunk cheeks!!  I think it was right after this trip or a little after, I aimed towards a new career goal, to become a police officer.  So, I started eating right.  Not a down-n-out diet.  But watching my calories, watching my portions, and making sure I ate enough healthy things.  Now, our diet has never been “bad” (meaning, fast food every night of the week or fried foods, etc.).  David is one hell of a cook and knows what to make and how to make it.
We got the P90X DVD set and I started doing a DVD every other day.  I never realized just how out of shape I was after doing the Cardio DVD.  I will say, I did not stick to the P90X workout regimen.  I went at my own pace and chose what DVDs to do.  David also helped me do some Cross Fit workouts too.
By April 3, 2010, I was at 165 pounds.  Still in a size 12, but not so tight.  Then by May 13, I was down to 155.  I was on plateau for awhile.  For like two months, my weight didn’t change.  It was frustrating. 
Here I am in July 2010, at Joey’s 4th birthday party.  Down to a size 10.

Still fairly chunky around the waist, or as I call it, the "muffin top" area.  But I see a huge change in my face. 
August 2010 came and it was time for the PACT (Police Agency Combine Test).  I had worked my ass off (literally) and did my push-ups (holy crap, I cried through the last 5!!!) and went to do my sit-ups.  Had to do 30 in a minute or so (don’t remember off hand).  I do know I was like 2 seconds over the time limit.  I was disqualified from moving on.  Yes, I was devastated.  But I was proud of myself.  Some of the other women there testing didn’t realize that they had to do full-out push-ups.  They thought that they could place their knees down.  So HA!  The officer who was at the sit-up location told me I did good.  I told him, “You know, I lost a good amount of weight training.  I just had a baby 8 1/2 months ago!  I’m proud of what I did.” 
Then finally in November, I hit the 30 pound mark.  I finally broke 150 pounds!!!  I had joined the rec center (we get a SUPER employee discount!!!) and was trying to go when I could.
Christmas came!  I was down to 145 pounds.

Currently, I bounce between 138 (on a good day) and 140 (on a bad day).  My size 8 jeans are loose, ALMOST loose enough to warrant going and trying on size 6.  So, I like to say if there was a women’s size 7, that’d be me. 
But I did it.
I lost 40 pounds in one year.  Not by doing some crazy ass diet and seriously whacked out exercise routine, but by myself.  It took patience. Patience that I never knew I had.  I love how I feel.  The energy.  The happy-endorphins.  I never want to weigh 180 again.  It’s not who I am.  I still go and work out around 3 times a week and I still watch my food.  (Not literally going in my mouth anymore.)  Also, with my current job, I am constantly moving and on my feet and on the go!  So that helps a lot more than me sitting at a desk 40 hours a week!
My husband has constantly been my encouragement.  And loves me whether I was 180 pounds or 138.  He’s my rock.
I wish I had a current picture to post, but I don’t!  I’m normally always behind the camera!!!
I lost 40 pounds.
You can, too. 
(Oh and those pants I’m wearing in the first two pictures?  They look abso-freakin’-lutely ridiculous on me now.  THEY’RE GIGANTIC!!!!)
Cheers!!!