There’s a wall at my local gym that acknowledges the achievement of a few individuals who rose to the challenge to take control of their health and personal fitness.
I’ve walked by that wall four to six times a week, every week, for the past twenty-seven months.
It’s called the Wall of Fame.
Many of you are aware that over the past two years I battled a number of obstacles in relation to my own health.
I’ve changed so much during this time. That’s the understatement of the day!
If I didn’t have the photos to prove it, some folks don’t believe my story. I’m saying this because some individuals who have just met me remark that I must not have any idea what it’s like to struggle with my health, with my weight, or with my level of fitness.
When that occurs I respectfully beg to differ, and I take the opportunity to share my story.
I’ve come a long way from the time when I walked with a significant limp, my leg sometimes buckling out underneath me. I moved slowly, deliberately, often painfully. I wanted to be active but, frankly, I was limited. My health was beginning to show other signs of decline in a number of areas.
Making a conscious decision to regain my health was one of the most significant decisions I’ve made in recent times.
In order to execute this decision, I made a commitment to strengthen my leg(s) and to gain improvements in my blood work. Anything else that resulted from this would be gravy.
This entailed working with a trainer to help me improve my level of activity, and, making changes in my eating habits. Note, I’ve never called it a diet. For me, this is not what it was; still isn’t.
Committing to these actions had a domino effect into numerous aspects of my everyday activities.
My husband was completely onboard with my decision.
He took an active part in my journey by participating in nutrition classes with me, especially since he’s the family cook. More importantly, he encouraged me, and always let me know that he loved me. It didn’t matter if I was tired, achy, cranky, exhilarated or contemplative. He’s always been there for me.
Honestly, it was a long, hard haul, especially during the first year, peppered with a lot of discovery and motivating moments.
The results have been more than worth it. More on that in a bit.
There are many vignettes that flash through my mind.
Dan, the trainer who guided me once joked, “It took a small army to get you where you needed to be!”
He was right. In addition to his services, I was monitored by my doctor and a chiropractor. I also consulted with nutritionists and other service providers.
Oh yeah, folks, I was serious about this!
Dan’s services were beyond significant. He compiled a rather thick file on my progress, altering workouts based on need and progress. I have an incredible amount of respect for his skill and expertise. I will always be grateful for his role in my journey.
One day Dan mentioned to me that he had his own goal in mind for me. He told me that he was going to submit a request for me “to be on the wall.”
Really? Me? His statement took me aback but I also appreciated that in addition to my own accomplishments, it would also be a way to recognize our partnership, teamwork and commitment to my own progress.
Well, I now look at that wall a bit differently than before.
There are still very few stories there, but mine happens to be one of them!
For me, this wall is a concrete reminder of hard work, dedication, consistency, passion, diligence, resolve, determination, and frankly, the mettle to see this journey reach its next level.
It’s also a reminder of specific results.
I no longer take several medications…My blood work is now normal…My body is stronger…My mind is more at peace than it’s been in a long time…
You see, I’ve never been one to take short cuts. Good things, and great things, take time.
Oh yeah…and that gravy I mentioned earlier? I’ve lost 8 clothing sizes…I don’t know (and don’t need to know) where they went! I’m not planning on finding them any time soon!
I’m appreciative that Dan took the time to recognize this success, and I am grateful to my husband and the small army that helped me to attain this milestone.
I also know the journey doesn’t end here because there is still so much to do!
If you’d like to read more about Cathy’s journey to regain her health, here’s a link where you can find more posts.