I will openly admit I have been a lurker for a very long time. Watching progess, reading articles, etc. I just received my packages to begin the Velocity Diet tomorrow. Slightly anticipatory, but more so, ready.
After all of my lurking, I found most people stick with the program when actively participating in their own topic/post.
Here goes making myself accountable.
Height: 5’4 (ish)
Chest (Under Arms)- 38
Chest (The Chest)- 42
Chest (Under Chest)-36
Waist (@ Umbilicus)- 38
Hips (@ Ischial)-42.5
Hips (Supra Pubic)-43
R Leg (Below Buttock)-29
L Leg (Below Buttock)-28
R Leg (Mid)-26
L Leg (Mid)-26
No pictures, yet. I think I am the only person without a digital camera. I will be having one of my girlfriends take pictures by Tuesday or Wednesday to track progress.
At the age of 16, I competed in my first powerlifting competition; 6 months after starting my official training. My moms boyfriend, soon to be stepdad, was a coach of a team and was so incredibly excited about my possibilities I couldnt help but think I was awesome too. At 17, two meets under my belt I went to nationals. Placed 3rd overall for 16-17 148lb. At 5’3’ and 150lb I was nicely fitting into a size 6 and i could rock a skirt.
One of the funny things about high school is that being different isnt always appreciated. After nationals, I received some harsh criticism about my extracurriculars. And unfortunately, I either wasnt wise enough or strong enough to take that criticism. So I slowly stopped, tired of feeling like I needed to overcompensate for my obvious over-masculinity.
Boys were too put off by the fact I could out bench press or out squat them and being in high school, getting a date is kind of a big deal. 4/5 years later and I am just NOW getting over the feelings/thoughts I just couldnt grasp then. (Mind you I am skipping over details and the nitty-gritty)
Food has been my outlet since forever. I LOVE FOOD. And yes even fast food. I can admit it. I love it. And well, 4 years after going into my shell, it loved me right back. Loved me 20 lbs in the first two and 30 in the last two.
Ironically, I still scare the boys. Muscle has never gone away, fat has just layered itself upon it. But Im done with not recognizing my part in my body’s demise. There is no fighting my build, im either going to be muscular and fit or muscular and fat.
Ive been both and all criticism aside, I liked wearing a dress better when I was fit.
My mom and stepdad, both competitors in the powerlifting circuit (non-steroid) are constistently disappointed. I am not ready to go back to that area just yet but this phase of the journey has been a long time coming.
As an aside, I am currently a full time nursing student, 2 more semesters to go!, and work as a cocktail waitress at a local bar 4xweek. I am actually looking forward to not wondering what I am going to eat. Hospital food + bar food =unappetizing.
Feel free to give me any ideas on shake flavorings/mixings. Look forward to hearing from anyone/everyone.