In November of 2007, the day after this photo was taken, I discovered I was pregnant with my daughter. I was 25 years old, weighed 113lbs, had just celebrated the first year in a new little house with my (then) boyfriend, and certainly wasn’t planning on starting a family quite yet. We were having fun partying…and being extremely unhealthy. Back then I smoked a pack and a half a day, could eat any man under the table, and thought exercise was riding my bike the few blocks from Sherman Hill to downtown and back. I did it to save money and because it was fun, I certainly wasn’t doing it for the health benefits. I had never really thought about my weight much, I had always been naturally thin, sometimes even getting flack from others due to it, so when I got pregnant I didn’t think twice about eating like I always had. In fact, I gave myself even more lenience on what I was eating because I was “eating for two” and fell back on “cravings” as an excuse to eat whatever sounded good. I ended up reaching 170lbs before my daughters birth in July of 2008.
This is me in March of 2009. It is probably the worst, most unflattering, unattractive photo of myself I have ever seen. I hate it. If you hadn’t noticed already by my face, I was very unhappy. And I certainly wasn’t helping my cause by wearing Caleb’s white boxer briefs to check-in…seriously Nicole?!? Wth?! Ugh. Regardless, and in light of keeping it real, that is me: 139lbs, 29.5% body fat, and lost. For someone who never had weight issues, never thought or cared about her weight or food in general, this was difficult to face and deal with…especially with a new little life and new hormones to care for. So it was the beginning of my husband and I’s fitness journey. This was my Farrell’s Extreme Bodyshaping 10-week “before” picture.
This is my sheet which recorded my measurements and scorings in all the first week, 5-week, and final 10-week testings. When I looked at this Sunday, I laughed (and wanted to cry) at my numbers, not only my body fat percentage but also my push-ups and sit-ups. I can’t believe how weak and out of shape I was. And I also can’t believe what 139lbs looks like when you are at 29.5% body fat. Wow.
This was my “after”. I remember how pretty I felt, how proud I was, and how refreshed and excited I was to look at my final results. 134lbs, and down to 25.9% body fat. I had also improved my testing numbers with leaps and bounds, shaving 4 minutes off of my mile time. The proof was in the numbers, not just the smile on my face in the “after” shots.
But I knew my journey wasn’t over. I knew I still had more work to do. That number: 113…it haunted me. My ripped up AE jeans in the closet that I used to wear nearly everyday were impossible to even get around my thighs…but I kept them (still have them) and used them as motivation. I stuck with the Farrell’s FIT follow-up program for a year, until I realized I needed more, I needed change, and I wanted a new challenge. Caleb had begun running and already completed a few races, he joined a local Triathlon club and we decided to do it as a family membership. I began doing short races, sprint-tri’s and even signed up for my first Olympic distance triathlon only to have it cut short race day due to terrible weather conditions. Again, I was feeling lost, burnt out, and disappointed by results in my training. I turned to running longer distances/races, got addicted to Cardio Kick (a fast paced cardio kickboxing class), and other tabata/crossfit/strength style classes at my local gym. I got stronger, I leaned out a little here and there, but I wanted and needed more. So I began my figure training journey.
This is me in October of 2012 weighing in at 143.2lbs with a body fat of 17.7%. Isn’t it crazy that I actually weighed MORE here than I did in my Farrell’s “after” picture (134lbs with 25.9% body fat) because I clearly have more muscle but I look much leaner?! Whoa. Just…whoa. I’m pretty sure I just shared a HUGE “aha!” moment with you all…this, right here, is proof that the scale is a lying whore π Seriously. I hate it. Now I want to look at all my “before” and “after” pictures together, side-by-side, with some numbers to take in.
It’s shocking to have it laid out like that with all the numbers and percentages…the hard facts…the images of my body through all it’s changes; struggles, successes…work. I’m not sure if I’m proud or ashamed. Perhaps a combination of both. Either way, I know I’ve proven to you: I am real, I am flawed, I am imperfect and weak…but I am also strong, determined, and capable…just like you π If you look at each of these versions of me, it could easily represent any of YOU out there reading this: a new mommy trying to work off the baby weight, someone who is “skinny fat”Β (at a good weight but wanting more muscle and better health), or someone who is muscular but with excess body fat to lose. This should also prove that whether you weigh 113lbs or 152lbs…that number is nothing when compared to your body fat percentage and muscle mass. I’m curious what my body fat would have been at 113lbs, I guarantee it was at least 20, regardless of how thin I appeared.
So that is my journey, and it continues on. I’m just under 5 weeks from my second figure competition. I’m still working to find my happy, healthy me. I struggle, I fall, I fail, and then I pick myself up, dust myself off, and set more goals to reach, empowering myself with each little milestone along the way, and finding success in new found pride and strength. My current goal is this competition, but after that I will take a break to “bulk”, treat myself reasonably, PR in a few short distance races and triathlons, and then it’s back to figure training for a better version of me in a 2014 competition. More muscle, better structure, less body fat…and a stronger body and mind.
If I can do it, so can you. Here is your proof. Always forward β€