Where it All Begins
I was always a chubby kid. I was never fat. Never obese. But once I hit third grade, I was never fit either. I played soccer and played outside a ton. I wasn't a video game kid by any means; but, our diet at home wasn't perfect. That's been the resounding theme for my journey towards fitness and health my entire life.
When I moved away to college I was about 145 at 5'2. Towards the end of my freshman year and the beginning of my sophomore year, I had enough. Over the course of a few months I lost twenty pounds. I looked great. I felt great. I exercised daily and ate within my calorie range without depriving myself. It was perfect. ~~~ My family thought I had an eating disorder. Unable to grasp that I could have dropped the weight alone I was accused of developing an eating disorder, I was belittled for making a giant salad at a buffet, and my divorced parents actually talked to each other about how concerned they were for me.
Between that and some personal drama I gained back ten pounds but was still at 135 when I got married in 2010. Within a year of being married we bought a house, my mother in law moved in (she's out now thank goodness), and I got pregnant. By the time our anniversary rolled around I gained twenty pounds and was up to 155.
I gained 30 pounds during my first pregnancy and battled gestational diabetes. I ate for two. By the time I had my older daughter in May 2012 I was 180. Over the next year I lost only 8 pounds before I found out I was pregnant in August 2013.
I had morning sickness with my second daughter and actually lost weight at first. I kept my eating much more in check and only got up to 180 in this pregnancy despite having started at a much higher weight. I came home from the hospital in April 2014 weighing in at 175. I was determined to lose weight.
The Now
Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned. While I was recovering from my second c-section in less than two years, my husband cut a tendon in his foot and was on crutches two weeks after I delivered. We had a rough few months and I let things get out of control. The rest of 2014 was full of counting calories half heartedly, working out very little, and fluctuating between 175 and 187.
At the beginning of 2015 I decided I needed to change. I'm running (and walking) a half marathon in May and I started training. At first I could barely do two miles while alternating one minute of running and two minutes of walking. Now I can go six miles while running four and walking two. My fitness has gotten so much better. BUT I've only lost 1.5 pounds in three months, my body fat has stayed the same, as has my measurements.
Admittedly Ive been half assing calorie counting. Clearly I need to not ass it at all. I need to punch it in the face. So, here I am. Blogging about it and trying to keep myself accountable.
The only thing waiting for me if I continue down this path is diabetes, heart problems, another overweight pregnancy (we want one more), and a body that doesn't suit who I am inside.
This is my year. Feel free to follow along.
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