Part 1 –
Can’t I just be big boned?, Whatever that means…..
When I walked into Shaun’s office on 10/20/11, I did not know what I wanted. I just knew something needed to change in my life. As I told Shaun my story of gaining 30 lbs in the past 3 years, I cried. Tears slid down my face and I was embarrassed to wipe them. I was humiliated to hear the words come out. I have always been curvy but never “fat”. Then we checked the charts, I was not fat, I was obese! This was just getting worse! BMI is used by doctors to assess patients as overweight or obese. My Body Mass Index (BMI) was 38.7%. Anything over 25% is considered “at risk”; I was way off that chart! My mind went numb, it cannot be THAT bad. Well it can, because I stood there vulnerable in a bathing suit and shamefully allowed Shaun to measure me. When all of the numbers emerged, I knew I had hit my bottom. I was more disappointed in myself then Shaun could ever be in me. Then I thought, could somebody please put a plastic bag over my head and suffocate me now! As clarity returned, I realized I felt like I had nothing to give Shaun that might please him. I needed to steal some of his confidence, because mine was ALL gone. His words were sweet, but his tone was firm. He could not do the work for me and if I was not serious, he did not want my business. I had two choices, get fat or get fit…But do not “BS” Shaun with excuses, he will not go for it. It is all or nothing with “these people at the gym”…..So the journey began with these absurd statistics I created that night…
BMI 38.7 Ht: 5’1 Wt: 161
Chest 38.5 Waist 32.3 Hips 42.3
Right Quad 26.3 Right Calf 15.5
Right Upper Arm 11.8 Chest 38.5
Fully depending on that runaway plan I was devising, my only hope with my measurements (from chest, waist, & hip) was that Sir-Mix-A-Lot would walk in & beg me to be in his next video! Yes, Baby Got Back!…..As that dream inflated in my dysfunctional head, I wiped the tears and hugged Shaun. That was it; I no longer wanted to be a fat girl…