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But Being Fat is Easier

I have always been a skinny person.  Growing up, I was never more than 115 lbs. Everyone, including my mother, always brought my weight to my attention, asking if I ate, or worked out a lot. I played sports growing up; swimming, soccer, horseback riding. Oh, and yes, I ate…loads! I just always had a high metabolism (Thanks Mom and Dad!) and was always active. Although in the back of my mind, I knew that it would eventually end. I knew that some day I would not be able to eat McDonald’s seven days a week, ice cream with all the toppings, pizza, pasta, etc.

In October of 2009, I had an emergency surgery that removed my appendix and my right ovary and Fallopian tube. I was in the hospital for about a week, and when I was finally allowed to go home, I took a shower. If you thought I was skinny before, this surgery had turned me into a skeleton. I mean I was literally skin and bones and it was beyond terrifying to look at. It took me awhile to gain my weight back and not look like a walking Halloween costume (although that would have saved me money and brain power trying to come up with a costume idea).

A few years later, I began to notice that I was starting to gain weight a few months before my wedding. I didn’t think anything of it, as I thought maybe it was the stress of the wedding and that maybe my body was still recovering from the surgery. I must also note that I’m not as active as I used to be. In fact, I hate working out, but I digress. 

Weight gain and pregnancy

So now, not only am I married, but I have also started a new job where I’m sitting the whole time. Add that to being pregnant with Audrey, and I am at the heaviest I have EVER been-175. This number scared me, but at the same time I thought, well, I’m going to breast feed and I’m young and I’m sure that the weight will just melt off’. And it did…for awhile. As soon as I stopped breastfeeding, BOOM! I guess the weight was feeling lonely and needed a friend because it has come back and is a stage four clinger.

A year or so later, a friend of mine from college approached me about joining her in a 21-day weight loss program that she was going to be a coach for. I said sure because I wanted to support her, and I had always been slightly curious about this particular program. When my program packet came in the mail, I opened up the box and saw the food containers I was to use during this time. What my friend failed to tell me is that this program was not only going to starve me, but I would also have to work out every day. EVERY. DAY.  But I did it, and lost a few pounds and some inches along the way.

I made a mistake, though. Remember when I said that I hated working out? Well, in the 21 days that I did the program, this fact didn’t change. So once the program was over, I thought ‘Hey I’ll just take a week break and start fresh at the beginning of the next month’….

Sticking with it

…Cut to today and I have finally gotten back on the workout wagon. I finally got tired of Audrey pointing at my tummy and saying ‘Sister baby?’ and me having to explain that ‘no this isn’t sister baby, it’s the cheeseburger Mommy had to have for lunch’.  Not to mention that I’m tired of trying to fit my body into clothes that don’t quite fit anymore. Just think sausage in casing. Not cute. The workouts I’m doing have definitely made my body sore, but they are simple to do. I’m hoping that I can keep up with this program, even after it’s over so that the next time Audrey points at my stomach and says ‘Sister baby’? I can look her in the eye and say YES!

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