25 x 25

When Mike and I first met, I was about 35 pounds heavier than I am right now. It was weight I gained throughout high school and carried through into my first year of college. I spent many years overweight. I can’t even put a clever or cute term to describe how I felt, not zaftig or curvy or Rubenesque. I was fat.

Mike suggested that I join his gym since he went there every day. We had similar schedules back then, so it was easy for us to end work or class and head to the gym. We would spend an hour on the elliptical machine with mostly me rambling on and on until the machine would beep and we were done.

I lost about twenty pounds very quickly then frustratingly plateaued. I hired a trainer, ate healthy foods and lost the rest of the weight.

me, 2003

EDIT: This is how I looked circa 2003 after I had lost all that weight. Not at all the way I look now. *weeps*

None of this was easy. I missed chugging Strawberry Nesquik and then falling asleep or inhaling a Costco hotdog with reckless abandon. That’s how you eat a Costco hotdog–with reckless abandon. It also helps to have someone stand over you yelling, “GO MONA! GO MONA!” But my body morphed into something normal, a shape I was comfortable living in.

When I visited Saipan that Christmas, I encountered a wide range of reactions. Most people were astonished that I could have lost all that weight, that I wasn’t so fat anymore. And they let me know it with the same zest and enthusiasm as when I was heavier and they’d say, “JESUS CHRIST RAMONA YOU HAVE TO REDUCE!”

When my mother and I visited Suicide Cliff, she was explaining to some American tourists that I was home from college, adding, “She used to be very fat.”

“MOM!” I chided. “They don’t even know me!”

When other family would pay compliments, my mother would chime in with, “She works at a gym!”

Then they’d nod as if yes, that’s why she’s skinnier now. She works at a gym. Because I totally lost weight by osmosis and not by any actual exercise on my part.

I’m at a point where I’m ready to commit to a new lifestyle. HAI LADIEZZZ! Actually, no. No lesbianism, but a dramatic change in diet and exercise. I’m hoping to lost 25 pounds by my 25th birthday without the use of meth or amputation. Actually, amputation doesn’t sound that bad. I mean, if you cut off my arm, that’s what? 15 pounds? I don’t know math, but hey, I’d be closer to my goal!

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Comments

  1. Butrfly Garden says:

    I lost my first thirty and then couldn’t get rid of the last 15. That really screwed me up. Now I’m like, not happy but not fat anymore.

    Anyway, I think you’re totally hot and I didn’t know you were younger than me. (Oh, right, you said no lesbianism.)

  2. Butrfly Garden says:

    PS – good luck. I’m going to get back on my “horse” somewhere between the halloween candy and the Christmas cookies…then definitely after Christmas.

  3. mamacita chilena says:

    Mona, I’m a lurker, but I decided to come out of the closet on this one šŸ™‚

    I am in the same boat pretty much. lost 50 pounds, now I want to lose the last 15. My friends and family have the same annoying habit of blurting out, “She lost 50 pounds!” to whomever we meet, so I can relate to you on that too.

    Good luck with your goals!

  4. I have about 20 to lose and I HATE to exercise and love to eat. We have thought about buying an elliptical machine from Play it Again Sports. Maybe we should bite the bullet and do it. I wish we lived closer because I would totally go to the gym with you and listen to you gab, it would make exercising so much more tolerable.

  5. “JESUS CHRIST RAMONA YOU HAVE TO REDUCE!”
    lmfaooooo. I’m not laughing because I think you needed to lose weight but the fact that they used the word “reduce”. are you sure that wasn’t my mom who told you that? Sounds like her.

    When I saw my mom in January she said, “my god you’re still so fat.” Jeez mom thanks, I haven’t seen you too since what? 2002?

    you look fabulous mona!

  6. Ooh, I like the amputation idea. I could totally do without my left arm. Wonder how much it weighs?

  7. thecandyqueen says:

    Well my dear…I happen to think that you are BEAUTIFUL! If you lose 25 pounds you’re going to look like the island version of Victoria Beckham. I understand though…I don’t even know how much I weigh because I’m afraid if I actually know the number I’m gonna freak out. I just go by how my clothes are fitting.

  8. First, Mmmmm – Costco hotdogs. Second, You look fantastic! Good luck with the 25 x 25.

  9. Petey likey!

  10. 25…why do I suddenly feel old…
    So I figured to be down to my goal weight I would have to amputate both arms AND legs. Do you know any good meth dealers?

    in all seriousness…it will be fun to be with you on your weight loss extravaganza (that sounded better than journey) How long till your birthday? I am new here so please forgive me if that is common knowledge…

  11. Chickenbells says:

    Damn. I lost 65 after my divorce…and was in a 10 last winter…I just unpacked winter pants and now am in a 12…I’m with you on the change of lifestyle thing…although, I use my arms to talk a lot (I’m like a muppett that way) So, maybe a cut off of a butt cheek or two instead? Good luck to you! You can do it!!

  12. Mrs. Blogoway says:

    Way to work the comments…You know women always want to talk about weight loss.

    I’m doing WW and it’s the best plan I’ve ever been on. They teach you that foods aren’t “bad”. You just have to have a small portion or cut back on your next meal to compensate.

  13. *shrugs* I always thought you were beautiful. weight gain and loss seems to be part of getting older *sighs*… and dear god we’re almost 25? anyways, i hear coke works better…

  14. Good luck with the 25 X 25 (I feel incredibly old).
    “GO MONA! GO MONA!”

    Oh, I’ve tagged you with a Crazy 8’s Meme.

  15. hmmm I’m almost disappointed that it’s not lesbianism. Because you KNOW that’d be entertaining!

  16. stfu? nfw. says:

    I’m right there with ya, sistah. Except I have twice what you do to lose. *sigh* Hooray for gestational diabetes & hamburger cravings. :/

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