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5 AM<\/p>\n
I set my alarm for 5 am even though the weigh ins were scheduled to begin at 10 AM. I have been struggling to get to my fight weight for a while. After talking to my coach two weeks ago, he really eased my mind that the weight would come off and the more I worried about it the harder it would be. He really made me feel better about it and the weight came off. My weight class is 141 pounds. My coach was expecting 138 on the scale. This will allow me to fuel for fighting but not kick me overweight for weigh ins. I FINALLY started seeing the right numbers last week. So when I set my alarm for 5 AM, I knew I would be at weight but I got up any way just to check. If I was overweight, I\u2019d spend the morning running on a treadmill in trash bags\u2026\u2026..<\/p>\n
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I stepped on the scale and held my breath. 137.2. Not only had I made weight but I had an extra a pound just in case. So I went back to bed J<\/p>\n
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8 AM<\/p>\n
At 8 I got up to meet my fellow fighters at the boxing gym. There are 5 of us going under the Touch of Sleep name. I was hoping we were all at weight and the morning would go smoothly. When I arrived, I saw one of my fellow fighters sprinting on the treadmill in three sweat suits. I was SO thankful that wasn\u2019t me. I had prepared SO much that I made sure I didn\u2019t have to do that and it worked. I\u2019ve been counting every calorie and watching every nutrient to not end up in that situation. It felt good to relax and not have to worry. 8It came time to leave and we all got in the car.<\/p>\n
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10 AM<\/p>\n
We got to the weigh ins early and got our places in line. I knew for sure that I was registered for the tournament but there was a problem with all the other fighters. I quickly checked in and headed to the weigh in lines. The lady took me back to the scale alone. I was nervous and excited about seeing the number. I knew I was at weight. I didn\u2019t eat or drink anything since 7pm the night before. Before I stepped on the scale, in my bra and underwear no less, I took a deep breath. Here it was. The moment that I\u2019d been waiting for. A whole year of training was coming down to this. I could never prove to myself or anyone else how good or hard my training was if I couldn\u2019t make weight. I\u2019ve never had to be a certain number for anyone other than myself. When I stepped on the scale, I almost cried. 136.5. Not only had I made weight, I had come in 4.5 pounds under.<\/p>\n
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**To be clear, 136.5 is not what I consider a healthy weight for me. I prefer my body at 145 or so. But this is the boxing world, it\u2019s just how it works.<\/p>\n
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The woman weighing me in didn\u2019t know anything about me. She didn\u2019t know I used to be 290+ pounds. She didn\u2019t know my journey or all the work I\u2019d put in to see that number. There was no shouts of congratulations or looks of astonishment. To her, I was just another boxer trying to make weight. But I knew. I knew everything that number represented. I knew the tears, the sweat and the bruises I\u2019d gone through to get there. Even though I\u2019ve been officially training for a year, it\u2019s been more like 3. It felt like the culmination of my whole journey. It was different than crossing a finish line because this time, it\u2019s the starting line.<\/p>\n
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I got dressed and had my doctor check. And just like that, I\u2019m qualified to fight. All of my fellow fighters made weight as well (even if we had to wait another hour for all of them to get through registration!)<\/p>\n
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The whole situation felt a little anticlimactic. I knew it wouldn\u2019t be a celebration for me but it\u2019s been so long coming that I couldn\u2019t believe how fast it was over. But now the real fight begins. Each day we don\u2019t find out who is scheduled to fight until that day. So now there\u2019s a balancing dance between training and waiting for your fight. Will it be tomorrow? The next day? There\u2019s no way to know\u2026..<\/p>\n
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Obviously I\u2019m really good at waiting. I love to schedule my life down to the T. I like having control of what\u2019s going on. So instead I\u2019m learning even more lessons about myself and my constant problem with control. It\u2019s hard to be anxious when you don\u2019t have anything to be anxious about. I thought I\u2019d be a wreck but I\u2019m doing alright with the waiting\u2026\u2026\u2026.for now.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Yesterday I weighed in and registered for the Golden Gloves tournament! The day was quite the experience\u2026\u2026 5 AM I set my alarm for 5 am even though the weigh ins were scheduled to begin at 10 AM. I have been struggling to get to my fight weight for a while. After talking to … <\/p>\n