Ashley (115 Pound Loss Maintained Since 2013)

Blog: The Emotional Ride


The day I married the love of my life in 2009, I tipped the scale at almost 250 lbs, with my wedding dress being a size 22. I never thought in a million years I would ever surpass 200 pounds (that was during college) to gain 50 more of “love chub” during the span of dating and an engagement to my now-husband.

My major wakeup call came in the form of my Opa having his 4th heart attack after a routine hip replacement surgery.

Mix the fear I had from my Opa’s heart attack; the fact that this wasn’t the first attack both sides of my family had seen from loved ones; dreaming of someday having a “textbook” pregnancy and having a child with the love of my life; having virtually no self-esteem, confidence or pride; and the fact everyday tasks such as tying my shoes or taking a flight of stairs were so difficult ....  I’d had it. It was time to make a change, I just wasn’t sure what to do.

My mother, whom I consider (next to my hubby) my biggest cheerleader during my journey, is also a nutritionist. I asked her what I should do, and she suggested joining a national weight loss program that a few of her coworkers had great success with. I figured, “Why not? I’ve got nothing to lose right?” Well…

I started my weight loss journey in 2010, about six months after I said I do, in hopes of losing only 25-30 pounds. Never in a million years did I dream I would lose over 100, while finding a passion for activity and sweat.

In 2012, I had the crazy notion I wanted to “learn” to run. I took up Couch to 5k, following the plan to a T, aiming to run a Color Run in Ft. Wayne approximately 9 weeks later. After running and completing my first 5k, I was hooked. It felt great to run, I had so much fun, and to relieve stress in such a healthy way, I loved it. After my first 5k, I had the notion to complete the Indianapolis Mini Marathon. The “Mini,” as it’s locally called, was an event that had been firmly planted on my Bucket List since before I ever thought of losing weight. I set a goal time of 3hrs.

That day, I crossed the finish line at 2:43:52. (I cried, too. Tears of happiness, of course!)

I’ve kept running, using it as an outlet for stress, emotion, and to take in “the sights,” while traveling. It’s something I really enjoy, and something I find myself scheduling around.