Losing 50 pounds: our reader’s true story

“When I say that I lost more than 50 kg, many people tell me that I am lying! Some new acquaintances don’t believe it’s me in the old photos at all. However, it is true: after the birth of my son, my weight fluctuated around 105-110 kg. With an increase of 164, it’s a disaster. And I was only 24.

I felt an immense temptation to justify myself by giving birth. “I am a mother!” How many times have I heard (read) such excuses on women’s forums and sites… No, my dear princesses: you most likely ate those kilograms. I know what I’m talking about: “to maintain my mood”, I could eat as much chocolate in a day as I don’t eat now in a year! I loved fast food, because it’s fast, you don’t have to do the dishes and, in general, “my body demands it”! And, probably, I could still entertain myself for a long time with illusions. By the way, my husband is a plastic surgeon and I went through a period of “Yeah, he just cut your excess” jokes. We laughed a lot, because in fact, once he told me that if I stay fat, he will also be better so that we look at each other harmoniously together. My weight only bothered him from the point of view of health, he always considered me beautiful.

But one day, I couldn’t go up to the 3rd floor. The elevator broke down and I couldn’t get up the stairs. My legs ached, my heart was beating like crazy, I could barely breathe. Then I got really scared.

I was horribly ashamed. Without family support, I probably would have given up. But my husband took it upon himself to help me with the workout and nutrition plan. Mom and Dad have reserved a spot in the house for gym equipment (contrary to popular belief, you don’t need so many shells and they don’t cost that much). My brother became my personal trainer for a while, having first taken me to all the doctors to create an individual training plan. All this time, the whole family switched to the diet that was shown to me, so as not to tempt me and not create a stressful environment. My weight loss is therefore a collective success! And I am very grateful to them.

The first 15 kg left quite quickly. Three training sessions per week and around 1500-1700 kcal per day – and every time I stepped on the scale with more confidence: I can. At the same time, I was breastfeeding my son. For this reason, it took about 500 kcal to produce milk. The rest of the fat had to be eradicated by sweating it out in the gym and clearly following the diet.

I deliberately won’t describe the specific exercises I did: it’s all very individual, and the worst thing you can do is stupidly copy someone else’s workout.

But the basic principle, which I consider the secret to success, is to train every day. At least half an hour, but every day. There’s no reason you can’t have 30 minutes a day to yourself. Even with a small child, everyone can find half an hour to study, work and do household chores.

If I want to watch a movie, I do it on a treadmill. If I walk with my son, I don’t sit on a bench, but I run and walk down the hill with him.

I don’t forbid myself sweets and treats, but I know their price. I know that if you eat fries, you should not pay 75 rubles, but 5 km of running!

My blog became a separate motivation. I write almost daily what I ate today, what I did, how much I weigh, what size clothes I wear, recipes and coaching tips. Advertising is an added reason not to idle, and words of support in comments are a big bonus.

Now I have a bunch of tight dresses in my dressing room. Now I can run in heels, and not hobble even in sneakers, like I did two years ago. I’m happy to be fat, because this period of my life gave me many friends, an interesting job and a new invincible Albina! Without the ongoing struggle with excess weight, I probably wouldn’t have become so determined, which means my career wouldn’t have grown. Overcoming yourself and your laziness is the hardest thing. I understand that I can’t lie on the couch for hours; I understand that I cannot and do not want to eat everything; I understand that it will always be necessary to make efforts and there is not and there will not be a moment when I will say to myself: everything, you have succeeded in everything, lie down, rest.

I want my son Vlad Pavlovich to be proud of me. So that he has a beautiful young mother, and not a shapeless aunt.

Today I weigh 56 kg. I’m not sure I’ll lose any more weight, in the current I’m quite comfortable, although according to many I could lose another five kg for an ideal figure. But I am against madness and weight loss at all costs: my husband regularly reminds me that health is more important.