If you have no idea what the heck I'm sing/typing about, you are SOOOO lucky. Also, don't Google that song unless you want a lot of pics of full frontal nudity ... O.o
I have nine million half-finished projects to share with you, but nothing actually completed. So, let's talk about weight. Hooray. Our favorite subject, right? Here's my personal inflation/deflation story (for reference, I am five foot three).
And be forewarned, I am NOT the most photogenic human being on the planet. Apes throwing their own feces photograph better than I do. Gisele Bundchen in a fat suit photographs better than I do. Heck, a bowl of rotting fruit photographs better than I do.
It's why I prefer to be BEHIND the camera :-)
2006 - I was 118 pounds when I met Grover in December. I can't find a picture of this skinny time ...
2007 - I realized Grover was ridiculously obnoxious, occasionally annoying, and my soul mate.
|We look SOOOO young!|
2008 - We got engaged in July. I had been eating like my three younger teenage brothers when BAM! Suddenly I could no longer shovel in mountains of mashed potatoes with no consequences. I think I was around 127 here.
2009 - I started exercising. When I got married in July, I was 125 pounds.
|Thank God you can't see the bottom half : P|
Late 2010 - I was officially a human incubator! Yay! And 145 pounds at my first doctor's appointment ... not so yay.
|14 weeks preggers and feelin' sassy|
2011 - I gained 26 pounds while pregnant with T and was 171 right before delivery (groooannn). Here I am about a month before T was born.
|Soooo done being pregnant.|
And here we are in late July of 2011.
|You thought I was kidding about not being photogenic, didn't you?|
Just focus on the cute baby and attractive husband ...
2012 - Karma happened. The day after posting my last accountability update, I took a pregnancy test. We all know how that turned out. :-)
|7-ish months pregnant|
We also moved to a new town. Due to the stress of moving/changing jobs/losing insurance (never a fun thing when you're pregnant) and taking care of a barely one-year-old T, I used food as medicine. I subsequently gained 46 pounds and ended up at exactly 171 pounds before delivery AGAIN. Crazy, right? My midwife informed me part of it was having babies so close together. And maybe that's just how my body rolls when I'm pregnant. You know how people say, "You're not fat. You're pregnant." Yeah, well, my response is always, "I'm fat AND pregnant!" And then I burst into hormone-fueled tears. And then I eat nine cookies. It's a vicious cycle.
|Here I am the day G was born. I was in labor, in|
case you couldn't tell by my
|About a month after having G.|
Also, T's face = priceless.
|Look! Collar bones!|
If you're at some point on a weight loss (or weight maintenance) journey, I'd love to chat with you, offer encouragement, and/or yell at you in a nice and totally non-confrontational way :)
Nine pounds to go, peeps! Yay!