Dance Moms and Cold Pizza

Have you ever noticed just how many times you find yourself sitting in front of the tv, watching Dance Moms and stuffing your face with cold pizza?

……Okay, so I’m the only one. Either way, you’re just sitting there, not even paying attention to the fact that you’re eating, or that you may not even be hungry. You just happen to see a commercial for some weight loss pill, that makes you lose 10 inches off of your waist within a matter of 2 or so weeks. All of their “before and after” pictures seem pretty convincing, and although you know that there is no way that that amount of miraculous weight loss is feasible, you find yourself wishing that you were 18, so you could order those and look like one of their bikini models in no time!

Am I right? Am I the only one that happens to? Or you find yourself googling “how to lose weight fast” or “how to lose weight in two weeks” because after looking in the mirror after watching commercials of thin girls (who look like they’ve never before eaten a pretzel stick) prance around in bikinis, you tend to feel a little chunky, therefore you want to lose weight.

Personally, I myself have fallen into all of these traps. I used to think that I could make it to my goal weight in a month or two. I know now that that is entirely unreasonalbe, but certainly not impossible.

Here’s what you do. start SMALL. The little things DO add up significantly!

1.) DON’T EAT IN FRONT OF THE TV!
You will find that most of the time you do, you’re not even hungry, or you tend to drastically over eat when you aren’t entirely focused on what you are putting into your body.

2.) SMALL EXERCISE BOOSTS!
Try this: every time you walk into a room, do 30 jumping jacks, or 15 wall push ups. It may seem trivial, but by the end of the day, you will have done more jumping jacks in a day than you have in a month or so.

Just remember to stay motivated. You are stronger than you think, more beautiful than you know, and I believe in you. let’s reach our goals together! πŸ’‹

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I’ll Do It Tomorrow

The "Fat Cheerleader"

About how many times have you told yourself this? Be honest, does it ever get done?

I must tell myself that I’ll work out later about 50 times a day. Then when the time comes, I make up a series of unrealistic excuses in my head for why I can’t do it. I remember reading somewhere that losing weight is 80% mental and 20% physical. 80%!!!! That is huge! We’re stopping ourselves from losing weight in our minds. The whole struggle is getting out the door to go on that walk, or drive to the gym, or to sit and relax with some yoga. Once we do however, the rest is easy.

As for me, well I haven’t been taking my own advice. However, tonight I make this promise to myself: I am going to work out tonight. No excuses.

Keep calm and stay motivated. Love, Mimi.

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I’ll Do It Tomorrow

About how many times have you told yourself this? Be honest, does it ever get done?

I must tell myself that I’ll work out later about 50 times a day. Then when the time comes, I make up a series of unrealistic excuses in my head for why I can’t do it. I remember reading somewhere that losing weight is 80% mental and 20% physical. 80%!!!! That is huge! We’re stopping ourselves from losing weight in our minds. The whole struggle is getting out the door to go on that walk, or drive to the gym, or to sit and relax with some yoga. Once we do however, the rest is easy.

As for me, well I haven’t been taking my own advice. However, tonight I make this promise to myself: I am going to work out tonight. No excuses.

Keep calm and stay motivated. Love, Mimi.

Not Your Typical Cheerleader

Personally, I don’t know what you think of when you hear the word “cheerleader. ” There are tons of movies and shows that seem to glorify the sport, and make you seem to think that all cheerleaders are flyers, can do backflips and handsprings, wear tiny uniforms and are stick thin. And Hollywood also tends to make you think that all high school teams are of the same talent as all star squads.

Thing is, though, while some teams that meet these expectations do exist, it is completely the opposite at my high school. The cheerleading squad is hated here. We have three different squads: football, basketball, and wrestling. I would say that the football cheerleaders are regarded as the worst. Students can be pretty harsh, in their opinions. Let me explain; I once overheard a conversation in which a pretty flirty freshman football cheerleader was conversing with a group of like six guys. One of them then asked her why she was the only “hot cheerleader” on the team. While I have never done football cheerleading in my life, it was still like taking a bullet. πŸ”«

It’s the little things and comments like that that get to you. They tend to chip away at your insides, and while you tell yourself “who cares what they think” you subconsciously go back to that repeatedly in times you feel insecure. πŸ˜”

Just in case no one has told you yet today that you’re beautiful, here it is. You. Are. Beautiful. You are stronger than you will ever know. πŸ’ͺWhile I’m on my weight loss journey (I lost 2 pounds!) you should go on a journey with me. A journey of getting to know your wonderful self on the inside.

Here’s your homeworkβœοΈπŸ““: write down on a piece of paper five good things about yourself (personality or physical characteristics) and comment them on this post.

Keep calm and stay motivated. Love, Mimi. πŸ’‹

A Little Black Raincloud

Regret seems to loom over us like a dark and stormy cloud. β˜”οΈAnd I’m not talking about the adorable little black ones in Winnie the Pooh. ☁️I’m talking about the kind that makes your inner voice scream at you and say “you should have done _______” or “why did you do that?!” ❓ As you have probably experienced this in your own sort of way, you get what I mean. I don’t have to explain it to you. We understand each other. πŸ™Œ

I myself carry a lot of regret. You see, there was this time in 8th grade, when I was skinny, but still had curves. Come to think if it, I still thought I was fat back then though. I did however like the fact that guys actually thought I was cute, and that seemed to be the time where I was the happiest with my appearance. 😍

Then, the summer before 9th grade, I completely let myself go. I remember being home alone a lot, and I would just eat and eat and eat. I got pretty creative when it came to different dessert concoctions too. Sometimes I would eat a tub of frozen cool whip, when we ran out of ice cream. I have no idea what got into me. I couldn’t control myself.

I really packed on the pounds then. I went from being about 150 to 170 all in a summer. It may not seem like much to you, but it was visibly different in the mirror. It was very depressing too. I kept beating myself up about it in my head. I would tell myself “you shouldn’t eat that. ” but I would then turn around and eat that, plus 2 more items if junk food. πŸͺ

Things spiraled out of my control. I used to be able to wear a size 5 jeans in juniors (granted they were snug) and then by the time back to school shopping rolled around, I had to wear size 9. I cried when I tried on the things I had bought for myself. I felt terrible about my body, but I just let myself continue to gradually gain weight.

I now weigh about 200 pounds. What makes it worse is the fact that I’m only 5’3, so I’m short and fat. I cry every time I try on clothes that I buy, and now I wear a 13 in pants. They make me feel like a whale, and sometimes I can’t even fit into them on fat days. I wear XL shirts now, even though I vowed of myself that it would never get that far. πŸ˜”

However, I will not let this deter me from my goals. In fact, I will use this information to help propel me in the right direction. πŸ™Œ

Keep calm and stay motivated. Love, Mimi. πŸ’‹

Perhaps You Were Wondering…

 

I suppose I should start from the beginning. Or maybe I should just answer the question “Why do you call yourself the fat cheerleader?” There are various possible answers to these questions, and I could quite possibly go on a rant that could last a year or two. The main purpose of my blog is to record and publish my weight struggles as a 16 year old girl who has always been overweight. I would be content with one reader whose life I could change in some positive way. Even if no one happens to read or understand my goals and reasons for doing this, I look at it this way. This is about me. The fat cheerleader. Thanks if you read this little paragraph, stick around for my journey.

keep calm and stay motivated. Love, Mimi. πŸ’‹