I’ve been weight training since ‘09. Nothing serious, I lifted maybe 40lbs max. I remember STRUGGLING to lift that and ending up with back pain. Not cool. I wasn’t really making all that much progress, but I did lift once a week from the summer of ‘09 to May of 2011, when I started watching my portions. I kept lifting as my weight dropped.
A year ago—September 2011—I said to myself: “what would happen if I started challenging myself?”
So I started adding weight to the end of my bar in the class. Within a few weeks I was lifting heavier than anyone else taking the class. Within a few months I was lifting twice as much (or more) as most people. After those few months I had enough courage to add another lifting day outside the confines of the class and began lifting even heavier on those days. Soon my weight training class was no longer the day I lifted the heaviest.
A year ago I made one of the best decisions of my life, and because of lifting heavy:
And now, the most important ones:
Lifting heavy has changed my life, and I hope that I can inspire at least one woman to look past the wrong information she’s been fed and pick up a set of heavy weights. As it is I’ve managed to get other women at my gym picking up slightly heavier weights…now to get them to lift even heavier!
Not only has lifting shaped my body—it’s shaped my mind too. I feel strong and confident, and that’s an awesome way to live.
Go ahead, keep staring at me. I know I’m too much awesome to handle ;)
I got down pretty low a few weeks ago without realizing it because I stopped weighing myself. After a comment from my fiance—he said I looked tired—I decided to hop on the scale. I weighed around 107.
Holy crap that was too low! Now I’m not saying that someone else at 5’3”, 107lbs wouldn’t be fine (107 is still within a healthy BMI), but 107 was too small for me.
A lot of times people say to forget the scale, etc., but it seems for me that the scale is a tool I need to make sure I stay on track. See, I didn’t really have issues with food like a lot of people do, my obesity was the result of boredom eating and poor education. I fixed both of those and it turns out I don’t really eat all that much. Not enough to support the kind of heavy weight training I like to do apparently.
I’ll have to treat gaining weight just like I did when I was losing.
I’m shooting for 120 actually. 115 was my happy weight, but I want to gain muscle too. I’m hoping to get to 120, but be the same size I was at 115. We’ll see how it goes!
I’m not eating at a super huge surplus so this will take quite a bit of time. That’s alright: this is life, not a race :)
As of yesterday I was at 110lbs. I still need to decide if I’m going to do weekly or daily weigh-ins.
I know this is funny, being a weight loss/fitness tumblr, but I’ve stripped away as much fat as I can…time to gain some muscle!
I know it’ll be difficult, being a woman and all, but I sure as hell can try!
I’m currently around 111-112lbs. Goal is to get back up to 120 with most of that being muscle.
LET’S GO! Time to get even stronger! ;)
I’m really getting tired of people telling me that I need to stop losing weight (I haven’t lost any for months—I’m maintaining—but I have lost inches). Yesterday took the cake though. Someone said: “It’s none of my business but you’ve lost entirely too much weight.”
REALLY? REALLY? If it’s none of your business why say anything??
I’m really fed up with this. I’m tired of people suddenly giving a shit when nobody said anything when I was fat. Why is it ok to flat out tell me what you think about my body when I’m thin?
Oh, and for the record? This is what I look like without a shirt on (blocked out my face because, you know, I have no shirt on):
I hardly look emaciated. I am a muscular freaking MACHINE as far as I’m concerned. Everyone needs to shut up and leave me alone. Oh, and I eat. I eat well over 2000 calories a day!
I was upset at first, but now I’m letting this fuel me. Lifting heavier, eating healthier…watch out world—time to kick ass!