Posts Tagged ‘weight’

Monday: Why I am Not Fat

Monday, April 16th, 2012 by by

Obesity epidemic. In American, more than 1 in 3 adults is not overweight, but obese.


I can’t speak for men, but I can give some perspectives from a woman’s side. Weight issues are EVERYWHERE. Regardless of a woman’s current weight, we are always looking to lose something. 5 pounds, 10 pounds, that belly jiggle or those un-firm thighs. As soon as we accomplish one weight loss goal, we are unsatisfied and find something else ‘wrong’ with us to fix.

You know how easy it is to get sucked in.

This is how I got out.

In junior high, all of my friends and I were always on some diet or another- no sugar, no carbs, low calorie, crazy workouts. This might make sense if any of us had a real weight issue.

We didn’t. We were shopping the size 0-2 racks.

How could we be so obsessed? (more…)

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Just keep calm…

Thursday, December 8th, 2011 by by

Close your eyes, turn around, and run far, far away from the scale.

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I know this weight was done at the end of the day – which as my exercise fanatic husband will tell you is a no-no – BUT that doesn’t change the fact that I know it’s not that far off, meaning…

I have already gained more pounds than I am weeks pregnant.

I don’t want to hear any “Oh, I weigh that much not pregnant!” or similar. The actual number isn’t the focus here, the amount of weight that I have gained is.

I went into this pregnancy with only one thing that I was dead set on: not gaining 40 pounds again like I did when pregnant with Bella. At the rate I’m going now, I’m not going to have to worry about gaining 40 pounds, I’m going to have to worry about gaining more than 40 pounds.

Ugh, ugh, ugh.

I think I could go cry now.

Accepting my Chub

Saturday, November 20th, 2010 by by

Okay, so things have been really stressful around here. Mark has moved to Florida, the housing market continues to be slow with no signs of improving, money is getting tight, my business has been slow to start, I’m dealing with chronic pain and fatigue (and no diagnosis as of yet)….. The list just continues.

I wish I could say I am the type of person who turns to working out to relieve my stress. I know it would benefit me. I know it would probably help make me feel better, but to find the motivation and energy to add working out to my list of things to do just isn’t happening!

So, needless to say, I’ve put weight back on. Now, this isn’t anything new. I’ve always had a weight issue. I’ve joined Weight Watchers numerous times to lose weight, which I do, just to gain some or most of it back. I’ve always hated the way I look! Growing up, I had 2 sisters who were thin, and in my eyes absolutely gorgeous, while I always felt like the ugly step sister! I think it’s time I just accept the fact that this is me!

I’m not saying I won’t try to put the effort in to get healthier and include working out in my routine, but I am not going to beat myself up for it any longer. I’m tired, in pain, and miss my husband! If I don’t feel like exercising, I won’t! I will get back on track with it when my life gets back on track, but for now, I am just going to accept my chub!

Operation: Get Off My Behind

Thursday, June 11th, 2009 by by

Every mother does it: they put their kids before themselves. That’s the way it’s supposed to be, after all. Becoming a parent means taking on responsibility for these little lives with huge potential. It’s a compromise, and a pretty easy one to make. You give up some things for yourself, time alone, a few old hobbies, and in return you get an amazing and life-enriching experience.

The trick is to make sure you don’t give too much.

I think I can count on one hand the number of times I’ve been to the gym since Danny was born. I say I think because I can’t even remember if I’ve been or not…which is pretty sad. There was always an excuse: Danny in the hospital, adjusting to getting back to work, pumping and breastfeeding, appointments, therapies, babysitters… I was pretty much the queen of finding excuses.

Unfortunately, somewhere in there I started to (more…)

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