Well, look who is back. Surely, she has come to sing the praises of almost three years of completely healthy living and keeping the weight off. Her home is right out of Better Homes & Gardens, and she is shortlisted for Justice Scalia’s open seat on the highest court in the land.
Yeah… Not so much. You read (or can go back into the archives and reread) as I struggled to lose 40 lbs before my wedding. Well, quick recap: I only made it to 30 lbs (40 was probably a LITTLE unrealistic), but it was still the happiest day of my life (at the time).
But, remember when I claimed “never again.” Nope, not me. I was never going to let my eating get out of control. I was never going to let life, stress, and laziness cause me to become the unhealthy version of myself again. Yeah, well, I did. I gained all 30 back and more. I was up 46.4 total by December 2014. 14 months after my wedding. Wow.
Those numbers are humiliating and devastating, but I have to be honest about it for me and for anyone else dealing with these same issues with losing and gaining all over again. I know it causes so much pain and shame which makes things worse. Shame wasn’t helping anything.
I was going to lose it all. I swore it to myself through a lot of tears.
I don’t have many pictures of me from this time. It’s sad, but I was too ashamed. If I didn’t have evidence of what I looked like I could pretend it wasn’t as bad as it was. Crazy denial.
And then I added 38.6 lbs of baby weight on top of it. I wasn’t that upset about that bit. I got a prize at the end.
That was Labor Day weekend 2015. Yes, I went into labor at the beginning of Labor Day weekend. It’s a great story you’ll hear soon if you stick around.
I looked up mea culpa to make sure my clever Adele pun title made sense. It means formal acknowledgment of error. It honestly fit this post more than I had anticipated. It was an error, a mistake, but mistakes are NOT the end of the world. I had 85 lbs to lose.
Honestly, seeing that number knocks the wind out of me. I’m tearing up reading it because I just think “How? How did I just let that happen to myself?”
Instead of feeling sorry for myself and doing nothing, I felt sorry for myself and busted my ass. At 8 months postpartum, I lost all the baby weight. Yup, you read that right.
Now I’m 10 months postpartum, and I’m down 50.4 lbs!!!!
It was a long road to get here, and I have a long way to go. I’m going to post all about how I lost this much so far. Spoiler alert: healthy diet and exercise. Personal training, running, and the 21 Day fix and shakeology. I was so skeptical of this stuff, but I am now all in.
I am 11.8 lbs less than I was when I got pregnant, and I have 35 lbs to wedding weight (so obviously I want to lose 40 because sometimes I’m not very realistic). I’m a work in progress.
My life is so different now. I was a lawyer burning the candle at both ends, dealing with crazy health problems from stress, eating like garbage. Now I’m a SAHM getting my health together, building a home for our family, trying to figure out how to be a good partner in my marriage, and trying to figure myself out in the process. My son literally just spit up on me as I typed this paragraph. Yup, work in progress.
So that’s what we’ll be focusing on going forward. There is a lot of good stuff on the horizon. Hope you stick around with me.
And don’t worry, Major is still here.