I have never ever been the skinny girl. I have constantly had to watch what I ate, how much of it I ate, and how often I ate it. The shit gets old! I always would give up. What can I say, this girl loves her some food!!
The smallest I was, which I am sad to say, was in high school. That glorius place where I met my fellow junkie. Who would have thought we would have our own weight loss blog?!?!?!? LOL!!
If I can actually figure out how to post pictures again I will show you my high school picture but for now I will explain it.
I wore a size 11 in high school. I have an ass, PERIOD. There is absolutely no way around it. It sticks out but isn't wide. And boobs, yep I have those too. At this very moment they are smaller than they were in high school, kinda sucks but shit happens.
I have always had the belly, it was never horrible but I have never had the flat stomach. Always the pudge and a little muffin top.
I started dating my husband the summer before our junior year started and I was at my smallest. No cellulite on my legs, no spider veins, and no damn stretch marks!!! Even then I wouldn't wear a bikini in public without having my arms crossed to hide it. Now I want that body!!
As all relationships go, you get comfortable with each other and you gain weight. That's exactly what I did folks. Not a huge amount but there was more weight. So here we go with the battle with losing weight. For some reason, the term DIET means eat everything you possibly can, to my brain!! Looking through my pictures from 2009 and 2010 I needed to lose a few pounds, but it wasn't like "bitch, when is that baby due?" type of weight loss.
Then, I see my wedding pictures. May 2010, needless to say I was a month pregnant in those (I had no idea I swear), I looked awful. The sad thing is that I had actually lost 5 pounds!!! The double chin was there and it honestly bums me out seeing those pictures, I look happy but I don't look my best. My wedding dress was a size 14 and I am curious to put it on again.
So the pregnancy happens, let me tell you I was a biggun. A week before my Livy's delivery, I was 207 pounds!! But whatever right? I was eating for 2. Give birth, blah blah blah, lose some weight, blah blah blah. Jump on the scale I am 215 pounds!!! WTF?!?!?! Holy balls batman we have a HUGE problem here!!!
I only found one picture from that time period (again, will post these later) and holy cow, literally!!! I felt so unattractive that I am sure my husband didn't want me. I know I know, "it's not true." I needed the confidence and I just didn't have it anymore and I know that men find self-loathing and complaining about your own appearance as such a turn-on... *rolling eyes.*
I lost some weight, and then I quit. I got down to 180 doing everything by myself, and then lost my motivation. Then we make it to the present... my junkie and I are reunited and we are kicking ass and dropping pounds!!
The only difference is that there is someone here to push me to do it. I couldn't thank her enough. She is a bitch and I love it. She has to yell at me because I apparently wouldn't listen to myself yelling to get my lazy ass up. I cannot stress this enough, if you can find someone that will be dedicated with you and work hard and motivate you, that person will become the biggest weight loss tool you have.
The difference in these 7 weeks isn't "flab to fab" by any means, but we are smaller and we are lighter and we are healthier. The battle isnt over but we are getting farther in this skirmish. Hahahahaha I like that word.
'Til next time, find your person