This week we are supposed to share our "weight timelines"; things that, through our lives, have affected our weight (good and bad) and what our goals are.
I suppose I would have to start by saying that as a child and teen I was never overweight. I have a cousin who is convinced I was a chubby kid, (I think because her daughter has been chubby? And she's hoping she'll grow out of it??) but I wasn't. See? (That's me on the right in both pics.)
I had an uncle that would tell me I was fat, or that I was getting fat. I think when it started I was around 9 or 10. Not really sure. I remember how much that hurt me as a young girl, and I think it contributed a lot to the bad body image I developed. He was essentially telling me that thin meant looking like my sister, which would have been impossible. Because I inherited "The Pelfrey Curse". (Which means I excelled at developing breast tissue. Ahem.) So I adopted the view that I would never be a thin person, because I could never look like my sister. Of course no one ever knew how I felt, so no one could tell me differently.
Fast forward twenty years. I got married and went into the marriage with (unspoken) body issues. The Prince is, well, a prince! He has always made sure I know I am loved, and that he thinks I am beautiful. No matter what. But still, when you have years of mental baggage, it's tough to overcome that when you're learning to be intimate with your husband. There is no way to hide what you think is unattractive. It was really tough for me.
Then we started having babies. When I was pregnant with Sleeping Beauty, I gained weight. I think close to thirty pounds. I had a hard time getting rid of it (not that I really tried) but I was pregnant again (with Cinderella) when Sleeping Beauty turned six months.
Then Cinderella was born. I had gained another almost thirty pounds with her. Then was pregnant again when she turned six months. (See a pattern developing here?) I don't remember my weight gain with Snow White. I think I stopped paying attention at that point.
Somewhere inside my mind I decided that my weight would just have to be my weight. I didn't obsess about it one way or another. Sometimes I would be frustrated that things didn't look nice on me, or I couldn't just grab something off the rack and have it fit right the first try. But it was never enough of a problem for me to want to do something about it.
Fast forward five years. The Prince and I are now at a place in our lives where we are taking our health (including our weight) seriously. We have vowed together to improve this, and we are encouraging each other. I don't know that I have a goal weight in mind, but when I look good in ALL my clothes, and I can shop in ANY store, then I will be happy.
So today is the day my friends. I am posting my weight. It's just a number, it does not define me. Your knowing my weight does not change the fact that I am a nice, witty, fun, loving person. It should change nothing between us, except maybe for your eyebrows to raise a bit in surprise.
YIKES!! **having doubts...maybe will regret sharing...**
I started at 215 (possibly well-disguised) pounds. I lost another 2.2 pounds this week, so I am down to 195. Like I said, I don't really have a goal weight, but when I get there, I'll let you know. And I'll keep you posted along the way. I promise.
You know what? Now that I've shared, I am not so worried about it. So you know. So what. It's kinda lost it's hold over me. Wanna know my age? 31. Any other numbers you'd like me to share? I'm on a roll! And here's a pic of me, right now, today- before my work out.
Well, for today's Foodie Friday, I decided just to post pictures of what we had for dinner last night when the company came. I didn't take pics of the bread, because I figured that would freak out the guests, seeing as how it wasn't picture ready until they were all seated at the table ready to eat it. :0) Oh, and I forgot the fruit salad too. But it was pretty.
I had a small piece of lasagna, two rounds of bread (about 1.5" diameter each), and a large portion of salad. And I didn't have my homemade lemonade, either. I drank water.
And no, I didn't have any cake. I was a good girl!