Thursday, August 30, 2012

Chapter One: Pre-College

So I made a commitment to use this link up to share my fitness story and then chronicle my journey to 13.1 miles. After briefly stalling last week, it's time to get to it.

A Mommas Desires And Pacifiers

I was never really into sports, probably because I was never really good at them. I tried soccer in first grade and that didn't end well. I cried that I wanted to go in, and then when they put me in I cried that I had to run too much. I was totally the kid that joined the team for the orange slices. 

Though I missed any calling with sports, dancing called my name and I danced ballet, tap and jazz from when I was a little nugget all through high school. 
My first and last dance recitals!
In high school I had dance classes at least three nights a week and I ate well. I packed healthy lunches for school, though some days I would just eat a bagel and cream cheese. And other days I would eat three Otmis Spunkmeyer cookies for lunch. But overall, I made good choices. 

My senior year I was a pom and we had pretty intense practices three times a week. We would warm up, do some aerobics and run before we even started practicing our routines. And this was no little dance. We did seven minute, non stop, high energy routines, leaving you breathless by the end. 

I'd kill to have those arms back...
Like many teenage girls I always felt I could lose a few pounds, but overall I was pretty satisfied with my myself. I wore size nine jeans, but I don't think I really looked like a nine. My junior prom dress was a size six, and I later squeezed into it for my sophomore sorority formal (that's another story).

An awards assembly senior year of high school, I'm in the striped shirt
So even though I didn't work out intensely or have a perfect diet, I was pretty healthy. Then I graduated from high school. Poms and dance stopped, and I spent the summer babysitting (aka snacking) and hanging out with my friends every waking minute (aka tons of junk food). Before I even left for college I could tell that I had gained weight, and already needed to buy some new clothes. Unfortunately at the time this didn't register with me that I should probably be careful heading into college life. 

When I look back at high school pictures it's so funny that I'd love to be that same size again. Like I said, at the time I wasn't unhappy with myself (and I'm not now either) but I didn't realize how healthy and fit I was. Whenever I go back to my parent's house this picture from my sophomore year spring break in Miami sits on my dresser and it's good inspiration of where I know I can be if I work hard. Well...I maybe won't be able to exactly look fifteen again, but you get the gist!

I'm fourth in from the left
So that was life in high school, and it got bigger and better in college. No pun intended haha! Stayed tuned for the next installment which includes a slew of bad choices and some really embarrassing pictures. This week has been a pretty good one, but I've been on extra good behavior knowing I'll be at the beach for three days this weekend...

5 comments:

Lora said...

You were the kid that joined the team for the orange slices...that hilarious. Better orange slices than candy.

Stopping by from the linkup. :)

Candice said...

The orange slices were definitely the best part!!!

Amanda said...

Found you through the link-up..

I would kill to have my body look like it did at 18. The twenties hit and apparently my metabolism came to a screeching halt! Good luck!

Dani @ Inspire Motivate Love said...

I'm in the same boat. I was never comfortable with myself in HS, yet I look at those pictures now, and would kill to be that size and that healthy again. How crazy are we?! :)
I think as we get older, we learn to accept our bodies. As a teenager, that's next to impossible, no matter who you are.

Lindsay said...

I pretty much could have written this exact same post - weird. Maybe we really ARE blog/life twins... haha :) I never played sports except for one season of soccer in fifth grade that I did because everyone else was doing it, and I hated it. I danced all the way through middle and high school, five classes a week AND dance team (you're not joking about those seven minute routines!!) - and I always thought I could stand to lose a few pounds, even though I look back to those pictures and know I was crazy. College, however, did bad things for me... eesh. Looking forward to hearing more about your journey (I'm on my way to my own 13.1! In December!) :)