Posted by Nicki, who blogs here: http://iwright.wordpress.com/
Let’s see, when did my battle of the bulge begin? Oh, right. It was after giving birth to three kids in four years. Pesky kids; if only I knew then what I know now…
In high school I was consistently a size eight to ten, and at 5’7” I was happy with my figure. At lunch (I didn’t eat breakfast) I ate pretty much what I wanted to, which was whatever scrumptious delight in a bag the student store offered.
My junior year my mom started buying me lunch tickets, which was like, so unfair. I hated it, but I started eating the salad bar for lunch because it was the only thing that didn’t make me want to hurl. If it wasn’t for the mound of grated cheese and salad dressing over my veggies, I would have been eating way healthier.
Anyway, although I wasn’t heavy I always felt bigger because of my chest. It was enormous. I tried to hide the girls the best I could, but it was hard to do. I always played it off like I didn’t care when people noticed. Like in P.E. The boys used to skip class to watch me run the mile. It was humiliating. I hated my chest; they were embarrassing and I thought they made me look fat, not to mention I started to have back problems. So when I was 23 I had ‘em wacked. It was one of the best decisions I ever made. Unfortunately, since having kids and getting heavier, they came back!
After getting pregnant with my first baby I gained 55 lbs. Post-partum I weighed 200 lbs. A year went by and the self loathing was doing a number on me so I got a treadmill and started Slimfast (I do not recommend that method), and I lost 65 lbs. It took almost a year but I got to a small size 10 and was feeling awesome about myself!
Then I got pregnant again. I only gained 35 lbs. with that pregnancy, and had lost 19 of that by the time my second son was six months old. I then got pregnant with my third son. I think my body sort of gave up and said, “Listen lady, this is not a hotel. We are not supposed to be housing every Joe Shmoe that thinks he needs to be here, and until you realize this I’m going to take a hiatus from being anywhere near cute. You brought this on yourself, you know. By the way, I’m throwing in some stretch marks for all the fried stuff. ”
And that’s where I’m at now. I have three gorgeous boys to show for my fluffiness, and while I’ve lost 41 lbs. since having boy #3, I’m nowhere near done! I’d love to lose another 44 lbs. and wear a size 6 for the first time in my life! I may only stay there for a couple of days, but still! It’s my goal, and I want to meet it. Thirty, flirty and thriving…thirty, flirty and thriving… say it with me. So what if you’re not thirty, I’m not either.
· Maintain my current weight until after Christmas
· Lose 44 lbs., bringing me to 140 lbs.
· Participate in a mini triathlon next summer
· Be hotter at 32 than I was at 20
· Get pregnant in a year, have a girl and not get fat (one can dream, right?)