… And they left it on my ass. Gasp! I know it sounds crass, but it’s true. I’m sure I’m not the only one carrying around somebody else’s weight, and yes, I’m certain there is more here than what’s supposed to be.
After two days of celebrating little girl’s birthday, I have had more than my fill of cupcakes, icing, hot dogs, macaroni and cheese, burgers, cupcakes, more cupcakes, well, you get the point. I’m more than ready to complete my mission and lose my final 20 pounds.
Let me back track just a minute. Long story short – I like, most women, ride the weight rollercoaster. It’s been an interesting journey, but I’m ready to jump off and I figured writing about it just might give me the final support I need to stay grounded.
After Milan was born, I fell in love with fitness. I lost an incredible 70 pounds (almost 30 under my pre-pregnancy weight) and got my personal training certification. That was a huge deal for me. All of my family and friends were supportive, but shocked. Let’s just say I was not really a physically active kind of girl. I really blew their mind when I signed up for and completed a half marathon. Anyway, not only did I lose the weight properly (through eating right and exercising) I started teaching others how to do it, too. That was extremely rewarding and something that I plan to do again.
As we all know life is not always neat, and can often get in the way. Let’s just say that 2007 was a messy year for me and I’m more than happy to leave it in the past. During that year, I had a miscarriage and gave myself permission to use that as an excuse as to why I gained weight. Yes, I’m probably being a little hard on myself. I gained weight being pregnant, and kept the weight being depressed – all very normal things. Then I woke up one day, unhappy with the way I felt, the way I looked and decided that it was time to get a new client – me.
So, I decided to renew my personal training certification, and started training myself a few months ago. I’m pleased to say that I’ve lost more than 15 pounds and would like to knock out another 15-20 to get the body that God really intended me to have. I’m sure I can do it, but sometimes a little accountability is just the kick in the ass – especially when you are carrying around someone else’s – that you need.
Winks & Smiles,