As we all know, life isn’t all about makeup and cosmetics, no matter how much we would like it to be. In appreciation of that, I’m going to be expanding the topics that I write about here at The Boom Boom Room to reflect more of what beauty is all about…including health and fitness. A huge part of my life is dedicated to living a healthful lifestyle and today I’m going to share with you how I got my shit together in terms of my eating and exercise habits as a twentysomething. I hope you all enjoy reading the first installment of my story and as always, my inbox is open to those with questions or concerns!
Hi, my name is Victoria and I love food more then I love my boyfriend.
Just kidding Hector!
In all seriousness though, I’ve had an ongoing love affair with food for as long as I can remember. As a kid I happily ate anything that you put in front of me (including vegetables) and particularly loved dessert. I was never really that much bigger then any of the other kids my age until I hit about fifth grade when all of my eating magically appeared on my stomach and butt. In middle school I was teased mercilessly, and finally I decided to do something about it.
The summer before entering high school I dedicated my life to playing showcase level softball. I was determined to get my life back in shape and my ultimate goal was to be the starting varsity pitcher as a freshman at my local public high school (dream big, kids). I lost around twenty-five pounds by cutting out red meat and by working my ass off, running around my neighborhood every single day. Ugh it was awful, but when I entered high school and quickly came to love my new fit bod that had all the pimple-face high school boys eating their mean-ass words from middle school, suddenly every mile I pounded out of the pavement was so totally worth it. Betches.
What a total slap in the face, bro.
Ah college. A feeding frenzy of Fat Sandwiches (shout out to all my Rutgers graduates who know what I’m talking about. The rest of you, crawl out from under your rock and click this link) and kegstands. I became really really good at beer pong and really really bad about hitting the gym every day and boy did that lifestyle catch up to me quick. I still remember stepping on the scale at the beginning of my sophomore year and the total panic that clutched my heart when I saw I had gained back all of the weight….PLUS some.
That’s when I knew I had to get my shit together.
My mom had been pretty successful during her first bout of Weight Watchers a couple years ago, and I remember her tentative offer to bring me with her to her weekly meeting just to see if I like it. I remember thinking to myself, “I cannot believe I’m twenty something years old and I have to go to WEIGHT WATCHERS to lose weight because I can’t do it on my own. How pathetic.” I gathered every once of courage I had and swallowed my embarrassment as I sheepishly followed my mother into the brightly lit room of our local WW meeting place.
Every Weight Watcher’s meeting is run by a leader, and Andrea is definitely the bombest leader out there. Not only is she hysterically funny, but she is one of the realest people I’ve ever met. She was brutally honest with me when I told her how nervous I was that first day… she took one look at me and said, “Honey, I’ve been a member of Weight Watchers for as long as I can remember. You know how many times I’ve hit my goal weight? 7. I have gained and lost the same amount of weight a total of 7 times with the help of the program. If I can do it 7 times, I’m sure you can do it just once more.” From that moment on, I knew I was gonna love her.
Every week, I drag my college-aged butt out of my warm and comfy bed at the ungodly hour of 8:30 AM (yes, AM….like before PM… like before NOON here people) and step on the scale at the Weight Watchers meeting downtown. Some weeks I lose, and some weeks I gain. The most frustrating weeks are the ones where I stay the same weight as the week before. But you know what? I never lose my steam because every time I step off that scale, I have a room of about twenty dedicated women (and the occasional man) right behind me cheering me on. And the weeks that I don’t do so hot on the scale? I’ve got Andrea there to help me figure out where I went wrong and how to kill it the next week.
As I’m sure you’re all aware from my incessant bragging over social media, I’m leaving for Mexico next Saturday... and wouldn’t you know? I was in my closet the other day when I came across my old bikinis from high school. For shits and giggles, I grabbed my favorite one and held my breath as a quickly shimmied into the bottoms. I then promptly burst into tears, because hallelujah lord baby Jesus… they fit.
My name is Victoria
and I’m a proud twentysomething living the Weight Watchers lifestyle