Hey Fit Fam!
I asked Jordyn if I could write a blog post for us because I wanted to share something with you all. What I’m about to share is extremely hard and emotional for me, but lately things have caught my eye around the community. I feel that now is the time.
Binge Eating Disorder
Some of you may or may not know that I have an eating disorder. In my eyes, the one I have is easily overlooked and brushed under the rug. Binge Eating Disorder (also known as BED) is an eating disorder characterized by frequent and recurrent binge eating episodes followed by emotions of shame and/or even blacking out during the episode. Binging is the act of overeating large amounts of food in a short amount of time and/or to the point of feeling uncomfortably full and still continuing.
BED can be different for everyone. I came to the realization that I had a problem last August, when I started working out. I was “eating right” but couldn’t stop binging. During my binges, I’d check out completely, to the point where I couldn’t even tell you what I had eaten. I went to the good old trusted Google to tell me what was wrong with me. After reading about BED, a light bulb went off. I no longer felt alone.
Coming to Terms
No one knew I was struggling with this. I would binge right before bed so no one would see. I felt ashamed. At this time, our wonderful Pauly D was my trainer. I would send him SnapChats throughout the day of what I was eating for a meal. It was accountability. We would have 2 sessions a week, and I was in the gym 3 nights a week on my own. When it came time for weigh-ins and we would have zero progress, it was alarming to him. I was misleading him completely. This was another turning point where I realized I truly had a problem. I was always excited to workout with Paul, but the day I told him I had BED and explained what it was we both felt better.
What I have learned in the past year, is that the longer you put off accepting that something isn’t right the harder it is to take control of whatever it may be. I still struggle with BED. There was a time that I went X amount of months with out a binge and I felt amazing. I felt like I no longer had an eating disorder. The hard fact is that it never truly goes away. It gets easier, though, with the support of others. I can count on one had how many times I’ve binged in the last 8 months. That’s a huge deal seeing that it was a nightly act a year ago.
I wanted to write this to say Thank You to everyone in our Community here at Fit For All. Because of all of you amazing people, I’ve been able to get a better understanding of myself and how I cope.I’ve allowed myself to open up to others and ask for support and help when needed. If it wasn’t for you all, plus Paul, Jordyn, Josh and Kelsey, I wouldn’t be able to write this and feel confident in myself.
About the Author: Rachel has been a client at Fit For All since before the doors opened. She helped bring our gym to life! She started out as head trainer Paul’s client back when he first started training, and loved his training so much that she not only followed him when he ventured out on his own, but also helped with construction 😮 She’s a huge fan of ice cream, the color black, and lifting heavy s**t. Say, “Hi!” if you see her around the gym!
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When I started my weight loss journey I set a goal. It was to lose 100lbs. That’s one hell of a goal and seems like it’s a simple enough process: lose weight. Two years later and I haven’t reached that goal. What do people usually do when they don’t hit a goal? They quit. I haven’t. I can’t. I’m determined to hit that goal. I didn’t want it to take this long, however I’ve learned a lot about goal setting along this journey.
First of all, I set an insane goal right from the start. Yes, that’s my end goal, but what about having milestones along the way? Wouldn’t that make more sense? I mean, yes, I still have my 100lb goal, but I need to celebrate the other wins along the way that may not seem that big to others. I broke down my original goal into to different numbers: 25, 30, 50lbs, and so on. Every time one of these goals took longer to hit than I wanted, I got frustrated and wanted to quit. Say, “Screw this! I might as well get used to being fat!” But what good would that do? So I changed my outlook on goals. I went from numbers to things.
Reevaluating His Goals
I looked at my closet full of clothes that I couldn’t wear anymore and decided I wanted to wear them again. I’d spent good money on them and I wasn’t ready to donate them just yet. I had varying degrees of sizes of pants and shirts, so each month I’d pick out a new outfit to try and fit into. First time I tried on one of my goal outfits it fit, but not comfortably so I kept working. I was seeing progress and that’s what I needed to see the most. The numbers weren’t changing much on the scale, but my body was changing. This kept me motivated to keep working. My clothes were getting bigger week by week, and I learned that the number on the scale didn’t mean as much to me as it used to.
Focusing on Things Instead of Numbers
Fitting into old clothes was one thing, but I also needed to complete other goals that had been in the back of my mind that I hadn’t been ready to verbalize before. One of the earliest stories that I shared with my trainer, Paul, was how the summer before I joined the gym and met him, I went to Six Flags with a friend and I couldn’t ride any of the rides because I was too big. The safety bars wouldn’t latch, and I was asked to step off of every ride. It ruined my trip and my friend’s because she had to ride alone every time and I just sat there wanting to eat my feelings in funnel cake. Luckily , I didn’t do that. That same year, I was supposed to go indoor skydiving for my friend’s birthday, and, again, I wasn’t allowed because I was too heavy. I always kept those stories to myself because I felt humiliated.
Hitting a Major Milestone
But I turned that humiliation into determination. I didn’t set a time limit, but I did set a goal of being able to indoor skydive. I am proud to say that on August 5,2017 I went indoor skydiving for the first time! It took two years, but I did it (and at 65 pounds less than the last time I’d been). They weigh everyone to make sure they’re under the limit, and even though I knew I was, I was still terrified to step on that scale. When I heard “You are good to fly,” I wanted to jump up and down and do the happy dance. I didn’t, but in my mind I did. I achieved a tremendous goal that I’ve always wanted, and it was the best feeling in the world. It’s what keeps pushing me to finish my original goal. If I can fly now, I can do anything!
About the Author: Jason Snipes has been working with Fit For All Head Trainer Paul D’Arco for 2 years now. Not only was he a client prior to FFA opening, but he also chose to leave his old gym and follow Paul on this new journey, so you could say he’s a pretty special guy. In addition to being FFA’s very first Client of the Month, Jason is also a Patient Care Technician and former EMT. He also enjoys a good broadway musical and the occasional biscuits and gravy!
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People often ask me how or why I got into fitness. I’ve been consistently working out for over seven years now. But it wasn’t all flowers and candy… okay, maybe some candy. My journey started when I was exiting out of culinary school. Yes, culinary school…. you heard me. But before I talk about that, you should know a little bit more about my childhood…
I grew up going to a very catholic school. My graduating class was no more than 30 people. Everyone was friends with everyone. Then high school hit… public high school. My graduating class jumped to five hundred people. I used to be a big fish in a small pond, but all of the sudden it got reversed. I was lost, and for those who know me already, tended to go through a series of depressions due to my seasonal affective disorder. So let’s fast forward a bit to when I was graduating culinary school. At this point, all of my three friends (no joke, only three) went off to big ten colleges, or other schools not in the state. I was alone. Very, very alone. During this point, I went through an all time low and had suicidal thoughts.
At this time, a really good friend of mine (though I didn’t see her that way at the time) decided to let my parents know the thoughts that were going through my mind. This in turn made my whole family intervene into my life. They decided it was best to take me to the hospital. That’s right everyone; I went to the “Mental Ward” (I don’t know the actual name, but it’s what I’ve always called it due to my ignorance about hospitals). At the time, my girlfriend had broken up with me and my friends were gone for the school year. However, being in the hospital for those few days really opened my eyes to what horrible things can go on in the world, and that my problems weren’t really so bad. I’ll never forget the day we went around the room and told everyone why we were there. I heard everything from people living in porta-johns, to abusive parents, to being paralyzed. I felt like an idiot responding with, “My girlfriend broke up with and I have no friends.”
Needless to say, I made it out of there alive a few days later. Within weeks of being released, I found a new job at a local bakery in downtown Geneva (shout out to Cocoa Bean where I met my future wife), and told myself I was going to start going the gym. Just like most of you guys, I had absolutely no idea what I was doing. I mean, shit people, did you see my throwback squat video? Talk about sad. Anyway, after just one day at the gym, my arms hurt. And they hurt for a week. I told myself I would never go back there, it hurt so bad. But I didn’t quit. I did research, studied, and became better. After my arms finally recovered, I decided to give it another go (2 weeks later I might add). I fell in love with it. It wasn’t because I was getting huge or muscular or buff or swole (is that even a word?). It was the mental clarity that I had when I was exercising. I focused on me, and only me. It was my time and I wanted to make it worth it.
Many of my clients probably think that I’m better than them when it comes to fitness, but are we really so different? Everyone has their why, even me. More often than not, that’s what keeps me going. The why can change over the course of your life, but never forget why you’re doing what you’re doing. Exercise has kept me from going back to having depressive thoughts of that caliber. Am I perfect? Hell to the no. But one thing I will leave you with is that I will never stop trying to be better every day. Because that keeps me going.
About the Author: Paul D’Arco is the owner/head trainer of Fit For All. He enjoys playing video games, working out, torturing his clients (but in the best way possible!), and occasionally doing some magic tricks. You can always find him in the workout space doing something crazy with a kettlebell or a steel mace.
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Hello all, I’m Jordyn, and I’m super excited to be guest writing on the Fit For All blog this week!
I’m a little nervous to be open and vulnerable with you all, but my perspective isn’t one that gets told often. My fitness journey is probably the exact opposite of what most of you are used to reading, but it’s an important journey nonetheless.
So here goes… I’ve been very thin my whole life. I have an ectomorph body type, so putting on weight has always been a struggle for me. When I was in middle school and high school, I was bullied constantly. I was called anorexic for being so thin, but then when I would eat lunch with people they would make comments like, “Where do you put it all?” and “How much are you going to eat?” I struggled with with the fact that I was criticized when they thought I ate nothing, but also for eating too much.
As a young girl, that really messes with your head. I remember throwing myself a silent party in my bedroom during high school when I finally hit 100 pounds (I’m 5’2” for reference). I had very low self-esteem and very little self-love, and it showed in the way I ate junk and treated my body like a garbage disposal.
Fast forward to when I was 19 and I met my now-husband. For the first time in my life, I actually felt like I deserved to be loved. At that time, he had just started working out, and he would get me to go to the gym with him, but my workouts were very half-assed and inconsistent. I told him, and myself, that I loved my body the way it was.
Society send us so many mixed signals regarding how we should feel about our bodies, so in my head I thought, “This man loves you and makes you feel beautiful so there is no reason for you to need or want to change.” But that isn’t the case… and it took me the next 5 years to finally come to terms with that.
A little over a year ago I had a breakdown. I finally admitted to myself that I hated what I saw in the mirror, and that was one of the hardest things I have ever done. At the same time, though, it was one of the most liberating things I’ve ever done. I finally realized that it’s okay to not always love your body. It’s okay for someone to make you feel beautiful, but still want to make changes.
The best part was that when I told my husband all of this he didn’t shame me and he didn’t judge me. He held me, told me that I will always be beautiful to him no matter what, and sat down and helped me make a plan. I was incredibly skeptical at first, my old feelings of “my body will never change” creeping into my mind, but after my first real workout I felt this huge weight lifted off of my shoulders.
I was finally taking control of my life, and when I gained those first 5 pounds I cried. I will never be able to put into words what those 5 pounds meant to me. All I know is that even though you couldn’t see those 5 pounds on me yet it didn’t matter because my mindset had already shifted, and I had something that I hadn’t had since I was a little girl: confidence.
I won’t lie, I had plenty of setbacks. I gained about 15 pounds and then got hit with the flu. By the time I was over being sick I was back at 98 pounds, and I cried to my husband over the loss of all my progress. I wanted to give up right then, certain that it was a sign that no matter what I did I would never be able to keep the weight on. Thank goodness my husband didn’t let me sulk for too long.
I dusted myself back off and got my butt back in the gym, and before I knew it I not only had gotten back to the 115 I was at before, but had surpassed that and hit 120. It was a slow growth, and I was frustrated at many points in time, but after hating my body for so long it was the greatest feeling in the world to look at myself in the mirror and not pick my body apart.
Sadly, that euphoria didn’t last. I went through a period of depression last fall that knocked me back down to 103 pounds. I never felt hungry and couldn’t bring myself to eat enough even though I continued my workouts. I started seeing a therapist when those feelings of hating my body crept back into my mind, and she helped me greatly. I was slowly getting myself back to where I had been. I was able to eat again and I put on a few pounds which gave me some confidence back.
Then January 2nd came around and my husband and I found out we were pregnant. I won’t lie, my first thought was, “How am I supposed to get back the body that I loved now?” So now I’m navigating a whole new set of challenges and restrictions that have given me days where I look in the mirror and am disgusted, even though I know that my body is in the process of performing a miracle.
I’m still fully coming to terms with the fact that I will not be able to work on my body until after my baby has been born. I’ve been put on restrictions that don’t allow me to work out the way I had been, and it’s very hard for me to accept, but I’m getting there.
I’m well aware that the majority of people who read this may not relate to everything I’ve gone through because our fitness goals and our struggles are not the same, but that’s okay. No matter what your body type or fitness goals, we can all take away the same message: it’s okay to not like what you see in the mirror.
I strongly believe that until you fully accept how you feel about your body you will never be able to truly commit to a healthy lifestyle and give it 100%. It’s also okay to have setbacks during your journey, but what’s most important is that you never give up.
We all have those moments where we look in the mirror and want to cry, we all have weeks where we aren’t as strict with our diet as we should be, and we all have weeks where we do not want to go to the gym at all, but the important thing is that you never let those feelings stop you, and that, instead, you use them as fuel to make the changes that you want to.
Physical changes do not happen overnight. They take time and patience, but mental changes happen the second you walk away from your first workout. Please never give up on yourself. You can overcome your obstacles, and if you’re lucky enough to find a gym like Fit For All you’ll be surrounded by amazing and motivated people who will help you through anything.
About the Author: Jordyn D’Arco is the Social Media Manager here at Fit For All. She is mom to baby Sydney, wife of our head trainer, Paul, and the resident taco addict (“Do it for the tacos!” is her workout mantra, after all). In addition, she enjoys making delicious tea-lemonade, playing video games, and playing with her two fur babies, Winston and Lady. You’ll see her during evening classes both up front and in the class… don’t be alarmed if you catch her filming you!