Ok. So. I am fat.
There is no other way to look at it. I mean, if you look at me in my clothes, you would say, OK, she’s not bad.
I hide my weight well.
In fact, everyone keeps saying, “you look the same as you did before you had the baby.”
Yeah, before I had the baby I was already overweight. I had gained back every pound I had lost. All. OF. THEM!
My current weight is…..
I mean really?
I think I needed to write it down and see it out there to know that it’s too much.
I can’t fit in most of my clothes. Last summer I was pregnant, and the summer before that I was ultra skinny. Wearing small and medium tops.
So, I joined Weight Watchers. Online though. I don’t need everyone to watch me get on a scale every week. I chose it because they take breastfeeding into consideration. It’s still hard though. I’ve gotten used to eating whatever, whenever.
I went to the gym for the first time last night. C-Dub and I worked it out so that we each go twice a week for now. He watches the boy while I go, I watch him while he goes. We have to go late at night, but something is better than nothing.
So, the journey has started to reclaiming me.
Wish me luck!
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