A year ago I weighed 194 lbs.
I knew I'd gain a little weight with pregnancy (ha), but I never imagined I'd be tipping the scales close to 200 lbs. I mean, it became almost laughable. My friends and family were cheering me on to get to 200. Jerks!
My high school weight was 98 lbs. I actually lied up about my weight on my drivers license - I thought 108 sounded way better. My typical daily diet consisted of spicy chicken sandwiches for lunch and a couple western bacon burgers for dinner. I couldn't gain weight if I tried (and I did try!).
I did get to the 110 range by the end of high school/start of college and stayed within 5 lbs of this for a couple years. Once 22 hit, I "ballooned" (HA) up to 130 lbs and thought this was madness so I did Nutrisystem for a month with my hubby. Back down to 120 I went, and was quite pleased with myself.
I started losing a little weight when I got sick, but once chemo started, I GAINED. The whole MO during chemo is if something sounds good to you, god bless you, eat it. With the constant nausea and all that, they want you to have a burger if that's all you feel you can stomach. That was fine and great - I ate lemon bars and creamy pastas and pizza bagels to my heart's content. Only this time, the pounds stuck on. Well after treatment ended, I discovered my body didn't have that same superawesome metabolism it once had. Chemo must have robbed me of that too.
I became unhappy with my weight and stayed unhappy, but didn't do much in the way of changing things. I tried to limit calories but it never worked for long. We ordered nutrisystem and I came to the realization that after one month, the food is downright disgusting. And what are you supposed to do if you ever want to eat out?
Then I became pregnant. It was a joyous time to be had, embracing eating my "cravings" and loving my big ol' growing belly. I'd always envisioned I'd be one of those little bitty pregnant ladies with a basketball under her shirt, but I was more like a tanker. My ankles were like tree trunks. Oh well, I thought, "I'll lose TONS of weight by breastfeeding! I'll continue pumping well after my kid doesn't even need breastmilk, since it's such a calorie burner!" (P.S. has anyone ever done this?!)
My little love was born and I dropped 40 lbs within a couple days. But that's about it. And after breastfeeding came to an end, I still hadn't lost as much weight as I'd envisioned. I hated looking at pictures of myself, and really hated that I'd hesitate to show off a sweet picture of my daughter because I looked like a whale in it. The new year came, and with that, I knew I NEEDED to make a change.
As I mentioned before, I signed up for weight watchers. My weight on January 3 was 159.5 (GULP!)
Today, June 19, 2011, I am 132 lbs. That's a 27.5 lb loss. Wait, a 62 lb loss from June 2010 ;-)
Excuse the ipad photo, my memory card FRIED yesterday (at a most critical time, might I add!). What's that? Oh, you want a bathing suit photo? Fine.
(taken in late May)This diet has been incredible - it's not a diet. It's a guide to help you make better choices about what to eat. All junk food is not the same. A Carls Jr. burger can be 30 points and 2 chili dogs, which one might assume would be just as bad, are 18 points. My friends, believe me when I say that I lost this weight by eating foods I love and would normally eat. The key to my little "success" is that I was so stubborn in getting where I wanted to be. I didn't want to feel ugly anymore.
My real goal is 125 lbs. I wanted to be in the 120s by Gabriella's first birthday, and I came darn close (I've plateaued a little bit in the last couple months). I will get there. I feel better about my body today than I have for YEARS, and it truly is an amazing feeling.
I also want to give a shout out to my hubby. He joined WW a week after I did and became just as determined as I was, since he had gained quite a bit of sympathy weight along with me during pregnancy. He's lost 40 lbs!
So yes, it can be done! I'm so proud of us and cannot say enough wonderful things about the Weight Watcher's program. You'd think I get a kickback from them or something, the way I rave about 'em... And I can't believe I just told the world my real weight. Isn't that against the woman code or something?