Growing up, weight was never an issue for me. I was on the small side as a young girl; so small that an aunt of mine referred to me as “boney knees.” Then as I became a tween, I was more on the athletic average size. I was an active child who loved to exercise and was always busy outdoors. I was adventurous; I loved to go for long walks with my friends, ride my bike, play softball, and swim. It wasn’t until I had my first child that weight loss became an issue for me. Even so, I lost my post pregnancy weight. That “last 10 pounds” was always the biggest struggle it seemed until I went into my 30’s. In my 30’s, it seems that my body’s metabolism took a drastic turn for the worse.
Metabolism or Poor Choices
I always took great pride in keeping a small frame and fitting into my 3’s and 4’s, and at some points in my life even a 1 and 2, but in my 30’s my priorities began to shift. While my weight was still important to me, being happy on the inside was more important to me so I did a lot of “soul searching.” It was during my soul searching phase of life that I became at peace with myself, but at the same time I gained about 20-30 pounds. During this phase, I ate what I wanted when I wanted. I paid no attention to portion sizes like I had always taken great pride in and I had particular fun at the holidays.
While I pieced myself together on the inside, I fell apart a little on the outside. And the ironic thing of it all is that I didn’t care. I was just so happy that it didn’t matter. Before this time period of my life, I lost weight for the wrong reasons – for vanity reasons. Sadly, it was during this time that my metabolism began to change as well. So when I began to take an interest again in getting my small frame back, it became a huge challenge. Gone are the days when I could just count on eating smaller portion sizes and less food to lose that last 10 pounds. Those days are long gone… Now, I really have to workout a lot and use Medifast if I want to lose weight.
My eye opening experience was in June when I went to my brother’s house for my niece’s birthday party and saw how tiny his wife was.
She’s always been tiny, but her size reminded me of what I had “become.” And laid out on their table for all of us to enjoy was fresh fruit and fresh veggies, bottled water, and juice boxes for the kids. This was the beginning of my “weight loss” attempt. From that moment on, I started paying attention to portion sizes again and trying to cut back on coffee. Coffee is a weakness for me. I like mine light and sweet and I drink a lot of it.
Now, I try to drink more water and even keep track of how much I drink on my refrigerator with a mini dry erase board. I find that on the days I make sure I get my “6-8″ glasses of water I feel more energized and don’t bloat. Bloating has been a huge issue for me. I’d like to join a gym sometime in February to “get in shape,” but have already lost a good amount of weight. Because I stopped weighing myself during my weight gain and lived in jogging pants, as I work from home, I really have no idea how much weight I gained.
I just know that it was “a lot” and I’m guesstimating that it was around 20-30 pounds. Considering that the scale still shows me as 20 pounds over, I think I may have been over 40 pounds. The more weight I lose, the better I feel about myself. And what makes me feel the best is that now I’m doing it for the right reasons – my health.