Look What the Cat Dragged In…. A Whole New Me!

Well, where the hell have I been?!?! BUSY LIVING LIFE!! And I mean BUSY and HAPPY ­čÖé

Let’s skip right to the main reason I have been MIA… it’s called I started my own business. I’m a part-time (working to become full time) promoter for a company called Le-Vel, promoting the Thrive product line. Haven’t heard of it? Yea, neither did I. But lord help me I’m so glad I have!!

I stumbled upon a magazine at the gym I work at (yep, still there…for now) called “Success from Home” and the entire issue was dedicated to the Le-Vel company. It’s a fairly new company, we just celebrated it’s 3rd birthday this week. So I’m looking it over, seeing these funky yet cool looking sticker things on everyone, know as a DFT (Derma Fusion Technology) Patch. It’s nutrition in a patch. Bam! Talk about great marketing!

I was curious, I read quite a few testimonies, then checked out their Facebook page. They were some very inspiring stories, I mean very. Some brought me to tears, maybe I’m just a big ole sap!

After life kicked me in gut in 2014, I had trouble bouncing back to my old self. I was fighting depression and it was winning. I started emotionally eating, felt moody and tired all the time. I would go to my full time job, go home, take a power nap for 30 minutes and head out to my second job. I was short tempered and easily agitated. I tried 3 different anti-depressants before I finally agreed to continue one that didn’t make me feel like a slug with no libido. I took it for months and noticed some days were better, but a lot still weren’t. My doc increased it to the max dosage, it was okay, I wasn’t wanting to jump off a bridge as often but I still was struggling. Struggling to smile, laugh, go to my job, get out of the house, workout, enjoy friends and family…. it was awful. It was so unlike me and I was so damn tired of feeling this way. It has been over a year now that I was facing this turmoil and depressing life and I just couldn’t shake it to the extent that I wanted to.

I read what Thrive was supposed to help with. The biggest 2 things for me were ENERGY and MOOD ELEVATION. Sure the other benefit were bonuses, such as metabolism boost, appetite suppression, less soreness and discomforts, mental clarity, weight management…. okay, yea they were great too but I just wanted to be happy and have the energy to face each day with a smile. So, I ordered a 3 day trial pack.

Day 1 – took 1 pill, 30 minutes later drank half a shake with OJ and slapped on my DFT. I felt amazing energy within the hour. I was talkative, which is quite odd for me as I’ve never been a morning person. They advise no caffeine for best results, I was not thrilled with this as I always need my coffee, but I didn’t have one. And honestly, I didn’t need it. I felt queasy early on in the morning, it’s recommended that you eat, even without an appetite. I still had an appetite but didn’t feel the best to my stomach.

Day 2 – Same process, no coffee. I was a chatty Kathy all morning long. Again, I felt kinda yucky to my belly the first half of the morning and starting thinking “this isn’t going to work for me”. I read some testimonies and saw many that said the first few days they felt “off” but that’s due to the product detoxing your body of toxins and making room for the nutrients so I kept going. I still had energy though, I remember sitting at my desk thinking “man, I could run a marathon right now!”

Day 3 – Still no coffee and I wasn’t missing it at all. I mean, I love the flavor so I missed that part but I wasn’t craving it or needing it. AND for the first day, I didn’t feel sick. I felt awake, focused, I had this amazing clean energy that wasn’t making me jittery. I realized on my way home that for the past 3 days, I didn’t nap or even think about napping. Instead I worked out between jobs!!

I was sold. I felt great. I was waking up with a smile on my face, looking forward to the day. I wasn’t laying in bed for 20 minutes talking myself out of calling off yet again. My partner watched for these few days and said “wow, you’re so different” and she was right, I wasn’t groggy, moody or lazy. I was talking and smiling and laughing again. I was sold, not only on starting the Thrive Experience but on promoting this amazing product. I wanted my friends and family to feel this great. My partner started her experience as well and was a Day One Thriver!

By day 5 I realized I hadn’t woken up 3, 4, 5 times during the night & then struggled to get back to sleep. What??? I had slept thru the night? I hadn’t in over a year and it was one of the best feelings! It makes getting up at 5:30am so much more doable! So my journey began.

I’m almost at 2 months as a Thriver, my bodily discomforts have improved and my recovery time after a good workout is so much shorter. The energy I burn during a workout has increased, and finally around week 3 I noticed a decrease in appetite. Some days I have to make myself eat because I just don’t feel hungry like I did before Thrive. I also don’t get those afternoon saggy draggies and sugar cravings. I would always eat several pieces of chocolate during the afternoon to try to suppress my hunger and feed my boredom. I always felt that after a meal I had to have something sweet, I don’t feel that craving anymore.

I stopped taking my 15 pills in the morning. I used to take B6, B12, B Complex, Magnesium, Vitamin D, Calcium, Glucosamine, Potassium, Wellbutrin, Water Pill, Multi vitamin, drink a pre-workout and a post workout drink. I’ve kicked them all!! Instead of gagging down 15 pills in the morning I take one. And get more from that ONE pill than I ever did on all those supplements. Boy, GNC is gonna miss me!

I’ve never believed in a product like I do Thrive. My partner, who has her degree in exercise science and nutrition and is also a Personal Trainer, swears by this product also. She includes it in her training packages and makes sure that all her clients are feeling their best!

The company incentives & reliability are just bonuses! Within my first 14 days as a promoter I earned a $400 cash bonus, and MY monthly product FREE! 2 weeks later I earned a FREE iPad mini. At 6 weeks, I just hit my 4K promoter status!! Woohoo!! Working towards my auto bonus and lifestyle getaways (there’s 4 a year)

My friends and family love it as well and I love seeing them living their lives to the fullest and love that I am too now! A simple 3 step process in the morning that fills in those nutritional gaps that our body is missing makes such a huge difference in just going thru the motions of life or truly LIVING life!! ÔÖą

I could go on and on about the past few months and about Thrive, but sure I’ll post more! If you are interested in any information feel free to contact me. You can sign up for a FREE (no obligation) acct at my site chameleon18.le-vel.com and check out the products, but most importantly, if you have a FB, do yourself a favor and “like” the Le-Vel page, there are so many inspiring, true testimonies that represent how this company is changing lives!

Counting Calories Sucks – But it Works

I’ve been through enough ups and downs of dieting/healthy eating to know that if I’m not counting my calories then you can bet your sweet ass I’m eating more than I should be in order to lose a few pounds.

Sure, in my head I say “but I’m eating healthy”… which yes, oatmeal for breakfast, salad for lunch, fruit and yogurt for snacks, is eating healthy. Then there’s those little in-betweeners we forget to take into consideration: the 2 mini chocolate bars, the 20 tic tacs, the 6 crackers, the granola bar, the 10 chips, the 20 pretzels, the 12 swedish fish.. maybe not all in one day but those are things I tend to grab-n-go and shove in my mouth without taking into consideration how many calories I’m truly taking in and then turn around and┬ásay “I’m eating healthy”.

My dinners are hit or miss… it can be a simple tuna melt (wheat samich thin, lite mayo) and that’s it. Or it can be a night where I don’t wanna cook so I grab a Hot ‘n Ready from Little Caesars & put down a good 3 pieces. Then there’s the weekend….. but let’s not go there.

For the past 2 weeks I’ve been “eating better” – or have I? So this weekend, I downloaded (once again) Myfitnesspal, got out the healthy cookbooks and Oxygen magazines and I planned out my entire week of food. I started yesterday with Protein Cheerios (measure of course) with skim milk and my cup of coffee (which has more calories than I’d like but that’s one thing I just won’t budge on) For lunch, I had one slice of leftover mushroom pizza and a diet soda (not the best drink choice but I only drink it with pizza) throughout the day I popped one Dove dark chocolate caramel candy in my mouth but stopped at one. Before my workout I needed a pick-me-up, though I know there were better choices, I poured a cup of Starbucks unsweetened iced coffee, added 2 TBS of creamer and 1 tsp of sugar. Dinner was homemade “skinny” chicken & broccoli alfredo, I measure 1 cup of it. It looked like a portion for an infant but I ate it and packed the rest up. As a nighttime snack I had 2 cinnamon graham crackers and water.

  • My calorie goal each day is: 1260
  • I ate 1280
  • I burned 437

Not bad for my first day, I wasn’t starving but I also was at home. That is the key. When I’m at work, I get bored. I graze. I sit at my desk and nibble on anything in reach and though I try to keep healthy choices handy, I seem to find those “hidden” snacks my coworkers have stashed away. (Office of 10 women, we keep a plethora of chocolate readily available) Today is the real test. I already entered everything into myfitnesspal this morning so I knew when I was to eat what.

I know from experience, calories in vs calories out is the key to losing belly fat. Lucky for me *insert sarcasm font* I gain ALL my weight in my stomach area. My legs and arms stay the same, my bottom will gain a bit but that’s ok, I like squats so I like a nice juicy bottom. I would prefer the little fat critters to evenly distribute themselves but they’re a close nit group I guess.

Weight loss is 90% food, 10% exercise, unfortunately because I love to workout so I’d love to be able to just workout every day and eat whatever I want, but my body chemistry is just not like that. You have to eat nutritious foods, not just watch the calorie count, as you have to take in healthy calories. Don’t get me wrong, I will NOT give up the foods I love, I just eat them in moderation. I love cheese steaks, french fries, pizza, Chinese, chips and much more but I know to limit them. I usually pick Saturday as my “IDGAFAF Day” (translation – I don’t give a fuck about food day) and I eat whatever my little heart desires and I find, that when I start eating healthier and have for several days, even my binge days aren’t all that bad because I can’t stomach all the crap and my stomach also shrinks in time so when I could put down a whole sub and fries, now I find I can share a sub and fries with my significant and be just as satisfied and not feel like an over-inflated blimp.

I hate counting though. It gets tiring, frustrating and too time consuming. I want a mechanism that is attached to my body that just calculates what I’m eating. It can have alarms when it’s low on water and it’ll tell me to drink up! Or as soon as I start eating that second piece of pizza it’ll warn me about my leftover calorie count for the day. I don’t want to whip out my phone everywhere I go to google the calories in a meal or sit down every day and input every item I ate. THOUGH, this process either MAKES you successful at this or makes you give up. I know that now I hesitate before tossing some yummy goodness in my mouth and I check to see how many calories I have left, if I don’t have enough I make sure I get my booty in gear and burn those extras I consumed. Remember, a 500 calorie deficit per day = 1 lb loss per week. That’s 3500 calories less a week whether it’s by less intake or more movement, that’s the equation. Sucks, but is doable.

I am NOT jealous of her “awesome fucking body”

Read this blog from elephant journal. I read it this morning and the way it made me feel is indescribable.

http://www.elephantjournal.com/2014/09/how-i-got-my-awesome-ing-body-jamie-poole/

I have struggled with body image from as far back as I can remember. I wasn’t a chubby kid but I wasn’t the thin kid either. I was a cheerleader for 15 years and I remember always being the base, I would tell myself it was because I was “solid, strong”… but in reality I wasn’t small, I wasn’t skinny enough for someone else to hold me.

I did all the horrendous things, starved myself, took every diet pill known to mankind, binge ate then vomited, took laxatives and just mentally beat myself up for the past 30 years. Even as an adult, I have struggled. Things just stick when you’re already self -conscientious about something. I recall getting fitted for my first prom dress. I was probably about a size 10 or 12. As I’m standing their with my mama, feeling beautiful & elated that I found the “perfect” dress, the seamstress is tugging across the back lace trying to get it to button. After a few more tugs she yells across the bridal store “Hey, we’re gonna have to take this one out a bit we have a linebacker here” Gasp. I was mortified. Which in reality that had nothing to do with my size, I have broad shoulders (physically speaking) and a good set of ta-tas. But, in my self loathing way, I beat myself up for being too fat to fit the dress.

When I became pregnant with my son, I weighed about 135. After many months of not knowing I had gestational diabetes, I began to blow up like a balloon. I peaked at 200 lbs when he was born, which was in the form of a C-section. I stayed at nearly 192 lbs for a good 6 or 7 years. Through weight watchers I slimmed down to 162, where I stayed until I filed for divorce. Through the stress of divorce, and realizing I’m single after 11 years of marriage, I choose to not eat as much as I should and got down to my normal weight again of 135, where I stayed for about a year.

I yo-yo’d for years but not in healthy ways, I’d drop fast and gain twice as fast. I already had uber stretchy skin from becoming a house when I was prego but the rollercoastering didn’t help one bit. My skin couldn’t keep up. I’ve researched tummy tuck more than Trump googles bankruptcy. I can’t afford it or the amount of time off. I’ve even thought “if I accidentally stab myself in the stomach I would have to get surgery and maybe they can just pull it tighter then”…. yes, my┬áthinking is that flawed.

My single-dom didn’t last long (no really, it was 4 days later I met my partner) and within a year I was putting a few pounds on. Ya know, the good old “we’re fat so we must be happy” thinking. I was happy with my life and relationship and it showed more and more until I peaked again at 162. I wasn’t happy with myself at all & it affected me in many ways.

Approximately 5 years ago my partner became highly interested in physical fitness and decided she wanted to become a personal trainer. Well goodness knows she can’t have a lard ass for a┬ápartner! I had to do something. I fell in love with Zumba┬«, who knew that burning that many calories could be so fun?? So I became an instructor in 2011 & taught for the next 3 years. Things were not progressing as quickly a we both had planned so we┬ástarted a stricter fitness journey… it was a journey that got off the beaten path quite a few times until about 2013 when we took on the T25 challenge. (Shaun T is a fucking rock star!) I had a wedding April 2014 that I was a bridesmaid in and I didn’t want to be the “fat bridesmaid” walking down the aisle. You know how people look at you “she’s pretty, she could just afford to lose a few pounds” look. Yea, I’ve seen it many times.

142. That was as low as I could get by wedding time. We were measuring food, measuring our waists, counting calories, working our asses off so I was proud of myself. We took body shot images every week. Front views and side views. Man is this a reality check even when you think you’re in shape. I still felt pretty good about myself and thought I looked decent in my dress, so I walked down that aisle with a little more confidence.

This brings me to where I can relate to this story a lot more, but not as damaging, I am not comparing my weight loss (the one to come) story with hers, my heart goes out to her and it actually made me sick to hear her friend say she wishes she could lose weight like that even AFTER she knew why. Shows just how obsessed we are.

Last year my relationship hit a real nasty patch. And without any warning my partner decided she needed a break to figure things out. Unfortunately, in her time of confusion and darkness she used the phrase “I just don’t feel an attraction to you anymore”… Ouch. Dagger through my heart… wish it had been my stomach (see twisted idea above)

Luckily, it was a short period of time (2 months) and we ended up working things out. I say “short” now but it felt like a lifetime. I starved, literally. I could not eat anything solid so I lived on Special K shakes and water. In 2 months, I went from 142 to 109 pounds.

I had to change out my entire closet 3 times to keep up with the weight loss. I was sickly & depressed. My energized personality was non-existent. I missed more than 2 weeks of work per month. I had dark circles, I was losing my hair, II caused nerve damage in my foot to where I couldn’t teach Zumba┬«, didn’t smile or laugh. I was a completely different person.

But, I would constantly get compliments about how amazing I looked, how skinny I was and how I was such a brave example of determination. Really? If they only knew. I work at a gym, people were calling me the poster child for motivation. I did workout a lot, it was the only thing from keeping me from total insanity, plus my partner works there too so it just meant I got to see her more if I was there.

I thought, damn I look good. I feel like shit and could care less what I look like but the fact that I was wearing a size 4 gave me something “good” to focus on. It didn’t matter that I had dizzy spells and passed out a few times, that I vomited more than I ate (not purposefully) and that 3 co-workers asked my boss if I was dying…. I was a mother fuckin’ size 4!

My thinking was as twisted as those who commended me on my new anorexic look. I didn’t care though, their compliments made me feel good when I was feeling the worst in my life. I took body shot pictures and I was like “damn!” I needed something, anything to help boost my ego, I had just been squashed by the one person who built my confidence for years and told me I was the most beautiful person no matter what size I was. Though it took awhile, I truly started to believe her. Then she dropped the bomb.

I am a recovering body image addict. I still struggle, I still analyze my physique every day, I still step on that scale more than I should and I still mentally beat myself for every pound that is over “my ideal” weight. I am 131, and not 100% happy. I promised myself that even when my life got it’s shit together & I was myself again I wouldn’t get heavy again. I would not get out of the 120’s. Damn it, I lied.

The days where I start mentally beating myself up, I have to sit down, take a deep breath and repeat what I said when I went thru this heart break. And that was “I’d rather be fat & happy then feel the way I do and be skinny”. Not saying I can’t have both, with hard work, HEALTHY hard work, I can stay in my goal range and be happy.┬áAnd that’s my life goal for ME to be happy I have to have love, starting with myself. When you don’t love yourself it truly is hard to exude love onto others. I’m a work in progress & thought skinny was “nice” I’ll take healthy with a side of fries.

(the picture above is me. the left is where I weighed 142 for the wedding that I thought I Iooked pretty good for, the one on right is me, about 5 lbs ago)