First of all, what's a figure competition? That seems to be the first question most people ask when they've found out I'm about to compete in one. It's a competition that's held in conjunction with men & women's bodybuilding competitions. Simply put, it's a beauty pageant based on a "fit" figure. The women wear heels, do a walk and various poses in a glamorous 2-piece bathing suit and perhaps a 1-piece suit as well. They are judged on leanness, symmetry, muscle definition, hair, skin, nails, jewelry and overall grace/presence.
So, in other words, it's something I never saw myself doing--not in a million years. Although the demands for a figure competitor aren't quite as intense as those for a bodybuilder or fitness competitor (where a huge set of physical skills must be displayed), the training is still extremely rigorous. It's not for the casual workout person or the weekend warrior. It's a serious commitment that requires follow-through to the very end. The diet is very, very strict while maintaining a workout regimen of at least 4 weight workouts a week and 2 cardios a day nearly every day--for weeks on end. Eating out--not an option. Cheating on your diet?--not an option. Condiments on your food--not an option. Breads, cheeses, chocolates--not an option.
Sounds like fun, hunh? Honestly, I'm only 3 days away from the competition at this point and can say I feel like I've been living in a bubble. I avoid going out to eat or going to places where I have to watch other people eat whatever they want while I smell the foods that I cannot have right now. To avoid unsightly tan lines I avoid my favorite summer pasttime--laying on my raft in the pool during these beautiful, sunny dog days of summer. Never in my life did I think I'd be so excited to eat a cracker--or oatmeal. I HATED oatmeal before I started training for this competition. This morning I found myself waking up hours early at the thought of having my first bowl of oatmeal in weeks! Who would've seen that coming?
People naturally keep asking me if I'm excited. My honest response is, I'm more excited about the pizza I fully plan on having afterwards more than I am about the actual competition at this point. Shocking--but not to those that have trained for something like this. To them, it makes perfect sense.
Now that I've built up the fun of it all, here comes the obvious question. So why--why on earth would I choose to do something like this? When my trainer originally suggested it to me, I didn't exactly jump on the idea. At that point, I had lost 38.5 pounds overall. I had come a loooong way--farther than I ever thought I would, especially at the very beginning of my weight loss journey. My physique had changed tremendously and now I once again looked the part of a personal trainer/fitness instructor. It had been hard work getting to that point and really didn't know if I even had the desire to try to go farther. After all, I exceeded my original weight loss goals. And now, I wanted a little bit of a break. But I was willing to think about it. What would it entail?
I spent weeks asking around, gathering information, trying to get a clearer picture of exactly what kind of commitment it would take from me to do a figure competition. And just like the picture I painted here, it wasn't pretty. I didn't need it for my career necessarily. Sure, it wouldn't hurt and would be a nice feather in the cap--but I didn't NEED it. Without a clear sense of why I should or would do this, I decided not to.
But then, I still kind of wanted to anyway. And then I realized the why--just to see if I could. I was very, very curious to see what my personal best could look and feel like. What would happen if I truly went no holds barred and tried as hard as I could? Where would I end up? How cool would it be to even be ABLE to compete at all? I've gotta tell you, especially 45 pounds ago, this was never something I thought could be an option, much less an actuality. My curiosity started getting the best of me.
However, I was not determined to do this at all costs. First and foremost came my health. I was not willing to try gimmicky tactics or go to crazy extremes to make this happen. I believe in everything I preach day in and day out to my students and clients about being able to lose weight in a healthy way and still live life. I was not about to abandon my most fundamental beliefs in pursuit of this cause. In fact, that's a big part of this reason I originally said no to the idea. But then, I had a meaningful encounter with someone who made me realize that this is something I could realistically do--and still stay true to my beliefs. Hmmmmm . . .
So now the only thing standing in my way was me. Was I willing to make the commitment?
Like a light switch, something inside of me flipped. Yes--I was willing. I thought about the Lent season where I gave up cheese for 6 weeks--and survived!! Now, that may not sound like a lot to you (or maybe it does if you're a true cheese lover). As President of a very elite Cheese club (I say this fecetiously, kind of

, where only the most die-hard of cheese lovers could be admitted, this was the biggest sacrifice EVER. But I did it! Something I never thought I could do, but did. Now granted, training for this competition would be much more of a sacrifice than that was. In fact, I'd be taking things to a whole other level. But I couldn't stop thinking about it. Could I do it? Did I have it in me?
Now, I can resoundingly answer YES. I have it in me!! I made it through the toughest parts of my training and the upcoming few days are nothing but an upswing. Saturday's competition will be like icing on the cake for me after this whole journey--from 45 pounds ago until now. I can truly say that it does not matter to me if I win a trophy or not. It was never about that for me. It was about trying my very best, and seeing what I could do. And I did. Just to be able to stand on that stage and look like I belong is more of an accomplishment than I had ever dared to dream. As long as I don't fall on my butt--then mission accomplished as far as I'm concerned.
Hell--even if I do fall on my butt I'll still be happy to have made it this far. This is one of the best feelings I could ever have. Knowing you've worked so hard, even when you didn't want to or feel like it, and crossed that finish line anyway . . . I feel gratitude for the support of my husband, the strength and grace of God and for all the clients and students that put up with me throughout this process.
And I feel especially grateful for the pizza I'm about to have afterwards!!!!!!!!!!!! Yaaayyyyyy!!!!
Wish me luck. I'll let y'all know how it goes. Hopefully, something in my journey will impact yours as well. Good luck.
Sincerely,
Deawna