TwoPretzels posted this on my Facebook page as she was reminiscing about her wedding. When I saw it, my mouth hit the keyboard. That was me? Where did she go? I must investigate.
In this photo I'm 22 and in a totally rad wedding. I adored the dress but was devastated that my bottom got into a 4, but the up top was a 6. Such fatness. (rolls eyes) I had a gym membership that I didn't use, I ate a grande plate of nachos right before the wedding, and I never considered a single calorie. Yep. At 22 life is pretty good, and it stays good for a while.
Let's venture down the road a bit to 26. Pushing 30 but not really thinking about it. Beer doesn't have calories, right? I couldn't possibly be putting on weight RIGHT?!? If your husband is getting chubby too, well then that just cancels everything out!
Then this happened:
I breastfed for 2.5 years and got down to this:
Not too bad. I can live with that. I had a baby, after all. Lay off!
However at the age of 28, I became a 210lb pregnant girl again.
Dammit! How does this keep happening? And guess what? A 40lb baby didn't come out that time either! And when you've got 2 kids to take care of, post partum depression like a mofo, OCD, anxiety, and a pinch of denial you get:
Sweet double chin.
What in Hades happened? Comparing these last two pictures to the first one jump-started my weight loss desire. I rode an elliptical 5 days a week for 20 minutes, monitored a diet of 1,300 calories on MyFitnessPal, totally eliminated beer, and changed EVERYTHING about how I cooked. No more Paula Dean and everything cooked in butter and cream soups.
I went from 162lbs and an overweight BMI to 138lbs and a normal BMI.
I still track my calories, but I'm back up to a normal amount. I don't kill myself with exercise anymore, but I'm much more active. This is better. This is healthier. This I can maintain.