When I returned home from nearly 5 months of travelling abroad one of the first things I did was throw on my favourite pair of jeans. I didn’t pack them because temperatures in Asia were over 30 degrees Celsius and I’d be stuck carrying them around for months.
So on my first day back home I woke up, showered and OMG! My jeans didn’t fit. Not even if I lay flat on my bed would they get over my bum to zip up. Lord help me.
Luckily my Mom had 2 pairs of jeans to donate to me so I could get through my first few weeks back in Canada. Yes, I legitimately wore mom jeans.
Three days later I stepped on a scale. WTF?!? I weighed the most I’ve ever weighed in my life. Now I know what some of you are thinking – I’m not a big person. However, the added 12 pounds on my frame meant not fitting into my favourite jeans, which to me was depressing. On the other hand, it was also proof of how much I enjoyed my time away!
For the first time I discovered that if I just wear clothes a size or two bigger I love life again and forget about the muffin top and booty. I mean, guys like a little junk in the trunk, am I right? Well, the reality is I can’t keep buying bigger clothes every six months so I better do something about it.
With the exception of some special medical cases, it is safe to say that many studies and weight loss clinics claim that 80% of weight loss success can be attributed to food alone. This is good news when you have a stable routine, but bad news if you move to a new country every 30 days with goals of trying all the cuisine.
I’m back on stable ground now so here goes nothing. I decided not to check the scale very often, choosing only to care about how I felt in my clothes. After nine weeks I lost 7 pounds – I’ll take it! Given that I did have a 10 day vacation to Japan after being back for only three weeks, losing 7 pounds during that timeframe was great success. It’s now been 15 weeks (as I write this) and I’ve lost an additional 5 pounds, making my 12 pounds of remote weight disappear.
While I did monitor food and drink choices, I still ate and drank some questionable items along the way. Everything in moderation they say. My physical fitness choices were to attend 1-2 hot yoga classes per week combined with 2-3 sessions in the gym. Let me clarify; not personal training at a real gym, I mean me alone in the gym at work following a Pinterest workout until I decided I’d rather make up my own routine.
My pants feel better and my body feels stronger. I feel in better shape now than I did when I began my travels. Let’s take a moment to rewind one year.
In 2016 I became engulfed in hot yoga; it’s all I did. Work, yoga, eat, sleep, repeat. I completed 95 hot yoga classes in 4 months. I completed the 28-day challenge and the 30-day challenge, which I ended up turning into 40 days on my own. I didn’t lift a single weight. I was diligent on preparing healthy foods. I tracked everything in a google sheet for the first 20 weeks of the year – my sleep, my food, my steps, my activities, my fitness and notes. I had walked over one million steps. I weighed 5 pounds less than I do today. I thought I looked fit – I looked skinny.
Yoga was great for mental health, which is why I still incorporate it into my weekly routine. I just don’t feel that it alone can provide all that I need physically. I’ve since experimented with bootcamps, HIIT, Tabata, and weight lifting. I like a combination of them all. To be honest, doing 30 minutes of any one of these saves me a heck of a lot of time. Instead of driving 20 minutes after work to attend a 90-minute hot yoga class I just walk down the hallway from my office and straight into the gym. I can stay there as long or as short as I desire. The results also come much faster and it’s a different experience for the body.
Now, getting back to my current state. I am happy with the balance of both hot yoga and the gym in my life, and the strength I’ve gained from the gym actually helps me in yoga. The two complement each other very nicely. They are like yang and yin for the body, the body needs both. And, the yang/yin class at Moksha Yoga just so happens to be my favourite one.