Today is the day. Today I weighed in at what my Midwest Driver's License said I weighed. Fun fact #1: When I went to get said driver's license I gave myself a few pounds "just in case" I put on a few pounds. At the time I actually weighed a bit less. Fun fact #2 A driver's license is good for what...six years now? Fun fact #3: I had renewed said license on line since that time and when you renew online you don't have a nice lady staring you down when you said "yes everything is correct" you can just click a button thereby allowing you to continue 'living the lie'. Which really isn't trying to 'live a lie' at all but in fact trying to allow more time to achieve what the license says. Fun fact #4: In this great southern state that I now reside in they do not ask for your weight and it is not listed anywhere on the license which means...I will never ever 'live a lie' again. Unless of course, someone asks for my age which is standing firmly at 39 for another six years.
It gets uncomfortable explaining to people that you are still trying to lose the baby weight all the time, really. They always want to know how old the baby is and then the baby walks up and he's 13 and you are wishing you had a picture of him when he was small so you could pass this giant off as an older brother. That's about the time the older sisters show up and they are college age and it gets really uncomfortable after that.
The way I figure it I had three children. I gained 60 pounds with the first, lets say 40 with the second and 30 with the third. What? I'm a slow learner O.K.? Also I was an only child and Ben and Jerry's were my best friends. Let's move on shall we? That is a total of 130 pound that I gained having children alone. Granted you have the babies and you lose the weight between but...then you are the mom of three children. You eat when you get a chance. You shovel down food in between raising kids like it is an Olympic event. There is no time to sit and enjoy a meal. Plus if you were raised the way I was back when your parents actually were poor growing up and walked to school uphill in the snow both ways you were taught to clean your plate. When my mother took ill I cleaned my plate and her plate...sometimes the kids' plates too. But I digress...I had lost all that weight by the time I got said license the first time around. I was so pleased with myself and I was never going back. I felt great!
Days turned to weeks, turned to months, turned to years and I forgot about how great I felt before and remembered how great ice cream tastes...and donuts...and cookies....and...you get the picture. So I found myself in April almost back to where I started. I was on three different medicines for my stomach and I had finally gotten over a bought with anemia. I was tired and I was done. I was not going to go up another size. So I took action.
Dave Ramsey once said that you don't ask poor people about money. I figure that goes for other things as well so I should look for people who are losing weight or have lost weight and are keeping it off. The thing about being overweight is you don't want advice from skinny people. Especially skinny people who have always been skinny and eat worse than you do. So I found someone who was killing it in the losing weight department and asked them how they were doing it. Once I found out the program (Take Shape For Life) they were doing I got on board. Essentially I have had to reprogram and look at food in a totally different way. I have always tended to look at food as comfort or as a reward. I can get comfort from Jesus. I can get comfort from my husband. I can get comfort from a soft blanket. I can get rewarded in new clothes and shoes that fit and books. Food is fuel. Food keeps the body going like gas keeps a car going. If I want to feel better and look better I need to fuel my body with the right stuff. You don't put diesel in an unleaded tank. You get down to the basics and eat like a caveman or a baby really because I eat every 2-3 hours. I eat more now on this program than I did before. I'm full. Sometimes so full I don't want to eat again.
My family and I also joined the YMCA so we have been exercising as well. I don't hate it. I don't love it....but I don't hate it either. It just is. BUT....no I weigh what my driver's license once said I weighed and I don't have to take my stomach medicine anymore. I'm exhausted but mostly because I'm a mom and I'm kinda old. My body is not accustomed to this kind of torture...er exercise that I have been subjecting it to. Everything hurts. I took anatomy and physiology in college and I did not remember that I had so many muscle groups. I think I blocked that out or assumed that it didn't apply to me. I cannot keep up with grandmothers and grandfathers at the YMCA. Seriously, I can't do it. These people can outrun, out walk, out peddle, out lift, out crunch, out do about everything they have to offer there better than me. I get tired watching them. I get everyone is running their own race in life but golly. God Bless them because I just want to go home and find some Ben Gay and ice something and they are probably going to go play tennis or ride bikes after they are done at the Y.
So here is to not 'living a lie' anymore. I'm pretty excited/exhausted/sore but maybe just maybe I'll live a little longer to annoy my children. I have high hopes of one day seeing them have children of their own JUST LIKE THEM. Until then...it's time for my next feeding.