I am 29, married for 9 years, 3 children (boy 13, boy 8, girl 6). I am Latina (PR) and too is my hubby, age 27.
I had always been 125 lbs. After my first born, I was back in a bikini in 2 months without having to lift a finger to get my body back. After the second child, maybe 3 months and I was again, fit, slim, nice. That time my husband complained I was too skinny, again, no effort, no magic pills, I just thought I was blessed, could punch out babies and bounce right back.
Now, the third one, my girl...that did it. It was her first bday and I was still a plump 160 lbs...cellulite stricken and freaking out because I never had any of this before, I knew I had to do something.
So, I did (a couple years later) when I hit 176, I woke up every morning at 5:00 a.m. and hit the gym faithfully, I was SERIOUS! I lost thirty pounds and was down to 146 in like 2 and a half months..strict
diet, serious workouts, no pills!
So, after all three kids, no stretchmarks, still firm, I should've been thankful and kept it up, right?
Well, the stresses of life can break just about anyone...and they took a toll on me, I just felt like 'oh well', I need to be happy and I am still a great woman, size 6 or size 12, I just became comfortable and didn't stress it. This is wear my weight struggles really kicked in. My husband certainly and still to this day, never once said anything about my weight...he was always so accepting of me in this way and I carry it well, porportionately, still kept a small waist, had it all in the rear and finally got busty.
Fast forward to now...my youngest is 6, I am 197 lbs at just over 5'5.
I have been in denial, normally a size 7/8, I had been a size 12 since 1999 after my daughter's birth, until recently my size 12, quickly turned into a 14 and then a size 16, all within 5 months time.
Gaining, gaining, not caring until I had to go somewhere and couldn't fit into any of the trendy, or flirty items in my closet.
I am the oldest of my siblings and always had to be responsible, I think that I just became tired in my own life and adulthood of always having to keep everything together and so I came apart and let myself go. Sometimes, I wish that my husband would have said something brutally honest to open my eyes sooner, but ultimately it is my responsibility to make better choices. :(
My first goal is Christmas....I want to wear something nice to my company party. Next, my birthday in Feb, which is a few days away from Valentines...I want to turn back time by my 30th birthday and look and feel better than ever!
Ultimately, a test of maintaining my
weight loss, will be next summer in June for my husband's birthday, (he doesn't know it yet), but I am planning a hawaiian themed party, and want to take a cruise, it would be our first! I know that he doesn't complain, but I am sure his jaw will drop and he'll be one happy guy when he sees his wife look more like that girl he met and fell in love with years ago. I can't wait! :-({|=
My main concern is setting a good example for my kids, especially my daughter. She is already an athlete, little muscle chic and I want her to always take care of herself and challenge herself. I started to think that being conscious about my looks would come off to others as full of myself and wanted people to know the deeper parts of me, not just like me because I have a nice body, so being fuller really humbled me in a way. Now, I understand that it isn't about being vain and I was never vain to want to look nice and stay that way. I realize that not only does it not look so great to be overweight; it doesn't feel good and it doesn't allow me to live a life at my best when I am overweight and sluggish. I look at it now and think, I am only 29, I've had my children, my husband still loves me and wants me, I want to live a long, happy life and be my best for my family and myself. I'll write updates (nowhere near as lenghty as this) :eek: Stay focused everyone!