My entire life I was an athlete. I worked out like an athlete (sometimes more than once a day), trained like an athlete (intensely for long periods of time), and ate like an athlete (consuming more than the “average” person my age).
It wasn’t until years after athletics, not training like an athlete, that I realized my eating habits hadn’t changed, but my training and body surely had. Not only that, but I was certainly a different kind of active during the day. I was no longer a college student walking to and from class, dining halls, and to my friends’ apartments.
In the summer after college, I came across pictures of myself from the previous summer and realized that I was FLEXING and sucking it in for these pictures.
After seeing those photos, I took a long look in the mirror and realized that something needed to change.
I wasn’t happy with the extra “fluff” I had on my body in the picture, and I surely didn’t want to keep it only to have it get worse in the summers to come. Not only that, but I accepted the fact that I always felt tired, thinking that was just the norm for me. Something had to change…