Whips and Weightloss

I was never a thin girl.  I’ve been heavy my whole life and like a lot of people, assumed this was my lot in life.  I found a man, got married and had kids.  Through the years my addiction to food never waned and I eventually ended up, at my heaviest, 500 pounds.  I was barely mobile and absolutely miserable.

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After watching my dad decline due to obesity and helping to care for him during his last years, I realized I needed to do something drastic.  I was going to die young and miserable if I didn’t.  I opted to have gastric bypass.  Even though I was involved in a lot of education beforehand, I was still under the impression that the bypass would be a quick and easy fix, and to an extent, it was.  I lost nearly 300 pounds.  However, it was neither quick, nor easy and came with it’s own issues both physical and mental.

Unfortunately, my food addiction was not resolved and eventually, I could eat a little more, and with my lack of exercise, I gained more than 50 pounds back again.  I was absolutely devastated.  All that time of being sick and the pain, and mental stress, only to be able to gain it back?  Upsetting, to say the very least.  It was then that I realized I needed to work if I wanted to be healthy.  There is no such thing as a free ride.  Easy is not a thing.

I tried exercising, but I quickly realized I hate treadmills, walking in circles, the gym.  Every exercise was a chore, I hated every second, the weight wasn’t coming off fast enough if at all and eventually I gave up and quit, picked up the chips and resigned to my fate.  I continued to eat garbage and wasn’t moving, both in body and in the wrong direction on the scale.  Pound after pound was inching back.

One day, I happened to be helping at a western reenactment festival and there was someone there cracking a whip.  I thought it was the coolest thing I had ever seen and decided right then and there, that I wanted to do this.  I had no thoughts of it being exercise, I just wanted to know how.  My first whip was a tourist special made from rope and 4 plait cow hide–it barely cracked, and the whip itself only lasted a day, but what an awesome day.  Even if I wasn’t making noise, I was the coolest being on the planet–and even though I wasn’t knowing it at the time, I was exercising.  I was sweating, my heart rate was up, I was getting stronger.  My enjoyment kept me out of the kitchen and gave me something other than food to think about.  I found my fun, my inspiration, and my drive to do better.

Coupled with healthy eating and regular cardio, I had learned to incorporate my whip practice into my exercise regimen.  The weight finally started to come off again and still is.  I have 70 more pounds to go before I am to my goal.  I am on a lifelong journey and I want everyone who hates traditional exercise to know, there is more.  It does not have to be hateful; weight loss is hard enough without it having to be hateful.  You can love it.  You can look forward to it.  You are so worth it.  You are, Sui Generis.

I make my whips specifically for strengthening.  I make them for easy cracking.  I make them so anyone can dance.  Anyone can see results.  I make them for success.

I make them for you.

Be well.  Be strong.  Be Sui Generis.

~Jessie

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