Hi everyone! My name is Lindsey, I’m 31 years old and live just north of Boston, MA.
My commitment to 2018 is to commit to 2018. I am working to be the best me possible and that begins by making my health a priority. It’s been too long…
Growing up, I was one of the most athletic girls in the region. I played basketball since I was in 4th grade and started running spring track once I got to high school. My father who was a standout baseball player at the University of Florida and who later played professionally pushed me to excel in basketball because he knew the opportunities and life lessons sports could bring to the table.
Growing up, life was structured, I was disciplined and I saw my hard work pay off. I scored over 1,000 points in high school and was recruited to play basketball at a nationally ranked division 3 program where I would score 1,000 more. College basketball at the D3 level gave me the perfect balance between academics, athletics and a social life.
School and basketball gave me structure, but over 4 years my discipline faded and taking care of my body was no longer a priority.
I didn’t necessarily gain the “freshman fifteen,” but instead consistently put weight on over my 4 years in college and beyond.
At first I didn’t mind the additional weight. I was content with the way I looked and at 5’10” I was smaller than a lot of the girls I was coming up against in the post and the added weight helped me hold my own.
The problem with my weight gain was that it did not come by eating clean and building muscle. It came through excessive bad habits like drinking soda, eating fast and fried foods and binge drinking Thirsty Thursday through Saturday night. College and basketball ended in 2008 and with it went whatever discipline I had lingering.
I continued to eat and drink what I wanted but now I wasn’t practicing for two hours every day. I didn’t gain all of the weight at once…it added up over the years. I would workout (always the hardest in January and before the summer) but never stuck with it.
Fast forward to 2012... New Year, same bad habits. Still gaining weight, but still enjoying life… or so I thought.
I began to really notice my weight gain in pictures especially in my face and around my neck and I began to feel uncomfortable.
One day my mom asked me what was wrong with my neck. “Oh yea I noticed that..” was my response, and the answer was “no” when she asked if I had gone to the doctor.
Why hadn’t I been to the doctor? Because I didn’t want to face the reality of being overweight? I ended up sucking it up and went to see my PCP who ended up referring me to an endocrinologist… I was having issues with my thyroid.
Was I tired/fatigued? Was I having issues with my weight? Was I having issues with my mood? The answer to all of these questions was HELL YES… but why was I neglecting my body’s cry for help? I couldn’t answer that question.
The doctor told me they would have to do a biopsy to make sure I did not have cancer. I was so scared, why was this happening to me?
By the grace of God, my results came back benign, but that was just based on the sample cells they took and confirmed the nodules would never get smaller.
In January of 2013 I had my thyroid removed they removed a mass that had grown to be the size of a tennis ball. I would be able to live a normal life, I just had to take medication daily to keep my thyroid hormone levels at the right level for the rest of my life. I would also have to be mindful of my nutrition.
I started off doing well. It took about a year and a half for my body to adapt and figure out a dosage to get my thyroid hormones to the correct level for my body. Once that was taken care of, I continued to live my life like nothing was wrong with me.
I continued on with my bad habits, lack of discipline and weight gain. When I decided it was time to lose weight, I would put in the work, begin to see progress but never stuck with it. Instead of adapting, I developed this woe-is-me attitude.
Who was this person I had become?
At the end of 2017, I finally said enough is enough. I was at my highest weight and I knew I had to do something about it. I began really focusing on nutrition and exercise, got into a good rhythm and started seeing results.
This time I was committed to not becoming complacent and to keep pushing... I was tired of starting over. In 2018 I made a choice to fully commit to me and made my health a priority.
It’s been ten years since I’ve felt my hard work payoff in a physical sense, and it feels so good. It feels good to set goals, execute a plan, trust the process and see results.
Since January, I have lost 21 lbs!
After all of these years, I have found a way to incorporate structure and discipline back into my life. I am a work in progress and have become my own biggest fan again, and for that I am truly grateful.
Self-love is the best love.