When I got married over 11 years ago, I was a whole lot smaller than I am today. I was a lonley housewife that had nothing to do. I was board and allowed myself to eat emotionally. I didn't care what food I ate or if I even made it out of bed that day. So there I was feeling bad about feeling bad. I gained 100 pounds in one year.
I struggled to keep that weight even. I tried to diet, but gave up so easily. In year tree of our marriage I decided that I was going to do something about it. At the time my husband worked with a lawn company. What better way to get exercise, be outdoors, and spend time with my husband? I focused on eating and gettting my water in. I worked long hours. In 6 months I lost those 30 pounds. I was able to keep that stable.
Then in May of the new lawn season I started to feel different. It would come and go from time to time. Well in June of our foruth year I found out I was pregnant with our first born. I gained all the weight I had lost, plus 20 more pounds! That is a total of 50 pounds!
I had terrrible depression after the little man was born. When he was two and a half I decided I wanted to change and become healthier. I wanted to be able to run and play with him and not feel so winded. I went to the doctor and had them check on the important stuff. They told me that I wouldn't be able to concieve again. So I told myself that this would be great and I could loose all the weight plus more. I could change my body image and what I thought about myself.
I accomplished my goal and still had a while to go. I had lost 40 pounds! It took about a year to accomplish, but I was consistant and stayed active.At this point in time my husband worked in the oil feild and was gone for months at a time. He came home from being gone for 2 months. We decided that we enjoyed having just the tree of us. We were enjoying eating healthy.
One morning, two weeks latter, we were cooking breakfast. He wanted bacon. So he got some apple smoked bacon. Within a few minutes I was so sick I couldn't handle it anymore. He looked at me with a face. That face of suspicion. We decided to get a pregnancy test the next day. I took one. Waited 3 minutes. I cried for 5 minutes sitting there looking at the test. We were happy witht just the tree of us. Why? How could this be possible? I didn't want this. I was on my way to loosing weight and being healthier. Why did God have to step in. I wasn't supposed to have anymore babies. (Dont get me wrong. I love both of my children very much!)
So here I am today three years after my second born. I am now waaaaay bigger than I have ever been. Am I seeking sympathy? No. I did this to myslef. I used food as a go to "drug" to ease my emotions. But, I have something much better in my line up to help me acheive my goals. I am working with a health and wellness company. They have an amazing line of products that help with gut health. I am getting healthy from the inside out.
How is my journey going. When focusing on getting healthy, it takes much longerm to reach the goals I have set, but even thought I haven't lost much weight I am feeling healthier every day. I just turned 29 and I do not plan to be where I am in a year. I will loose 90 pounds before my 30th birthday!
I want to continue to do biweekly updates. This will be my accountability. I am going to reach my goals! I hope this will be encouraging for anyone who reads this.