By Badness Jones
I stepped on the scale on New Year’s Day, and realized that I weighed 10 lbs more than I had 13 months earlier, 6 weeks after my son was born. I had gained (and kept) 15 lbs with each of my 2 babies, and I had an extra 10 or 15 that I blamed on my husband, too. I felt miserable. I avoided mirrors. I hated shopping for clothes, and was buying things because I could get them on, not because they were flattering or I loved them. Something had to give.
At the same time I was watching my dad fight colon cancer (it’s been a long, long year – but for the moment he’s cancer-free, so fingers crossed, and thanks for asking!) which made me take stock of my own health, and the habits and example I want to put in place for my children.
I started sorting through recipes to find things that I WANTED to eat. HEALTHY things that I wanted to eat. I started cooking, every day. I severely cut back on the processed foods and chemicals going into my body. Good-bye diet coke. I went almost a month without any chocolate or sweets, and I found that I was able to change my palate a lot. Now, if I want a treat I have one, but I make sure it’s something fabulous. Organic dark chocolate, homemade cookies or cake.
I started eating more fruit. I started eating more fibre. I started to drink water. Lots of it. I started having non-fat plain yogurt (with active cultures) everyday. It’s delicious with homemade granola, or a drizzle of honey.
The weight dropped off. (I think the fact that I’m still nursing helped.) At the beginning of May I stepped on the scales and I’d reached my goal. The weight that I’ve wanted to be at for years. I panicked and started to binge.
I don’t know what happened….I was just so frightened that I’d put the weight back on….and everytime someone complimented me on my weight loss I ran straight back to the fridge. I put 4 lbs back on. I took 3 off. I put 2 on.
I started writing down everything that I ate again. I’m back down to my goal weight. I’ve accepted the fact that I’m going to have to deal with this a lot longer. I have emotional eating issues that I still need to work on. I’m still going to have to monitor what I eat, walk as much as I can, step on the scales once or twice a week. But at least I can do it in 29″ waist jeans.