Tuesday, January 7, 2014
Sunday, January 5, 2014
The Hardest Part
The hardest part about losing weight isn't the workout or having to give up your beloved favorite junk food (mine was salt and vinegar chips) or even getting inspired, the hardest part for me up until today is time. Finding time to actually work out is quite frankly the hardest part of working out! Michelle Obama loves to go on Disney Channel or whatever and talk about how important our 60 minutes of exercise a day is; easier said than done. Between waking up at 6:00 am and the hours of homework I get, I can't even imagine how hard it must be for an adult to find time to go to the gym. As a junior in high school if I'm not doing homework or studying or fretting about yet another standardized test I need, I kinda just wanna sleep. And I bet a lot of you out there feel the same way. No! Even though pushing your self is the hardest part, its the most crucial.You have to remember why you even wanted to workout or go to the gym in the first place- to become the better you! Nothing feels better than you've put in the effort and you see that golden number on the scale because that achievement is yours! So get up, stop making excuses, and work towards that goal, because believe me 50% of the weigh loss battle actually making the time to step on a treadmill- it only get easier.
Saturday, January 4, 2014
My First Post!
Hi!!!
I don't really know if anyone out there is reading this, but if you are I'd like to start off by saying Hi! I'm sorry if this post is a little odd, I've never really blogged before. Before I continue, I'd like to take a second to introduce myself; My name is Megha Rahi, I'm 16 years old, I'm from NJ, and up until 2 years, just like a lot of teens in America right now I struggled with my weight. As a freshman in high school (14 years old), I was barely 5 ft and weight in at about 140 pounds. But that wasn't even the worst of it by the end of that year I weighed close to 150 pounds!!! With weight problems come a lot of insecurity, I know this first hand. When ever I'd shower, as I'd take off my clothes, I'd keep my eyes closed to make sure I didn't catch a glimpse of my body in the bathroom mirror. I would hide behind what mom called my hobo shirts: you know those huge generic huge t-shirts that wouldn't even fit a giant you get for free at events, not to mention the fact at the time I had braces AND glasses!!!! See the thing was I knew I was fat, but doing anything about it would mean admitting I was fat. When ever my parents or my sister made a fat joke I'd laugh it off. Even when my dad's college friend's rude half European sons made a fat joke I pretended not to hear, even though it was to my face. I had fallen into a routine where as long as I didn't acknowledged I was fat, maybe my friends would either. But every year I had the same fantasy: I would leave the school year fat and over the summer I'd become all thin and pretty and when I'd go back to school everyone would be shocked and say "Wow look at her!! She got so skinny!!". But year after year my fantasy never came, and instead I would just keep on getting bigger because as a lazy suburban Indian girl, I didn't want to put in the effort it took to actually make my dream come true.
My A-ha Moment!
To this day, even two years later, I can still remember down to second I realized I couldn't do this anymore. I couldn't go on like this anymore. To quote my principal who love to quote Gandhi, I needed to be the change I wanted to see (hence the name of my blog :)). I was Tuesday, June 19th, 2012. I had just finished my first year of high school. Was I looking forward to a fun lazy summer? Nope. In just a week or so I would begin a 7 week accelerated geometry course that would allow me to streamline right into algebra 2 in the fall. As I waited for my summer course to start all I could do was laze around; my dad was working and my sister and mom were preparing for my sisters month long vacation for Oxford ( its this great program called Oxtrad, I also did it the summer after her, best month of my lifer), so I was pretty much left to my own devices until my math course. Just like any teenager, I spent the 2 weeks be between finals and my math class watching TV. But that Tuesday was different. After a couple of hours binge watching the crappy day time TV we miss while at school, I began to hate myself. Despite the fact I couldn't bear the TV, I was too lazy to do anything else, so that was the afternoon I broke the viscous and experienced probably the hardest moments and workouts of my life. The hardest moment: realizing I weighed 148 pounds. The hardest workout: the 1.5 mile run I did that day. Tuesday, June 19th, 2012 was the day I decided I was going to make my dream come true. On March 2nd, a little over 8 months later, I weighed in at 102 pounds. So even though I have gained back some of the weight back, I plan on loosing it again. So I guess blog is all about weight loss because to quote Will Ferrell from his brief stint on The Office, " If you can over come obesity, you can do anything!", so let's do everything!
I don't really know if anyone out there is reading this, but if you are I'd like to start off by saying Hi! I'm sorry if this post is a little odd, I've never really blogged before. Before I continue, I'd like to take a second to introduce myself; My name is Megha Rahi, I'm 16 years old, I'm from NJ, and up until 2 years, just like a lot of teens in America right now I struggled with my weight. As a freshman in high school (14 years old), I was barely 5 ft and weight in at about 140 pounds. But that wasn't even the worst of it by the end of that year I weighed close to 150 pounds!!! With weight problems come a lot of insecurity, I know this first hand. When ever I'd shower, as I'd take off my clothes, I'd keep my eyes closed to make sure I didn't catch a glimpse of my body in the bathroom mirror. I would hide behind what mom called my hobo shirts: you know those huge generic huge t-shirts that wouldn't even fit a giant you get for free at events, not to mention the fact at the time I had braces AND glasses!!!! See the thing was I knew I was fat, but doing anything about it would mean admitting I was fat. When ever my parents or my sister made a fat joke I'd laugh it off. Even when my dad's college friend's rude half European sons made a fat joke I pretended not to hear, even though it was to my face. I had fallen into a routine where as long as I didn't acknowledged I was fat, maybe my friends would either. But every year I had the same fantasy: I would leave the school year fat and over the summer I'd become all thin and pretty and when I'd go back to school everyone would be shocked and say "Wow look at her!! She got so skinny!!". But year after year my fantasy never came, and instead I would just keep on getting bigger because as a lazy suburban Indian girl, I didn't want to put in the effort it took to actually make my dream come true.
My A-ha Moment!
To this day, even two years later, I can still remember down to second I realized I couldn't do this anymore. I couldn't go on like this anymore. To quote my principal who love to quote Gandhi, I needed to be the change I wanted to see (hence the name of my blog :)). I was Tuesday, June 19th, 2012. I had just finished my first year of high school. Was I looking forward to a fun lazy summer? Nope. In just a week or so I would begin a 7 week accelerated geometry course that would allow me to streamline right into algebra 2 in the fall. As I waited for my summer course to start all I could do was laze around; my dad was working and my sister and mom were preparing for my sisters month long vacation for Oxford ( its this great program called Oxtrad, I also did it the summer after her, best month of my lifer), so I was pretty much left to my own devices until my math course. Just like any teenager, I spent the 2 weeks be between finals and my math class watching TV. But that Tuesday was different. After a couple of hours binge watching the crappy day time TV we miss while at school, I began to hate myself. Despite the fact I couldn't bear the TV, I was too lazy to do anything else, so that was the afternoon I broke the viscous and experienced probably the hardest moments and workouts of my life. The hardest moment: realizing I weighed 148 pounds. The hardest workout: the 1.5 mile run I did that day. Tuesday, June 19th, 2012 was the day I decided I was going to make my dream come true. On March 2nd, a little over 8 months later, I weighed in at 102 pounds. So even though I have gained back some of the weight back, I plan on loosing it again. So I guess blog is all about weight loss because to quote Will Ferrell from his brief stint on The Office, " If you can over come obesity, you can do anything!", so let's do everything!
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