Diary of a diet drop out
The woes of an ordinary girl, trying to lose the booty; 1 diet at a time.
My diet hit list:
- Atkins - I'm not by nature, much of a carnivore... I am however, by nature... a carbivore
- South Beach - complicated recipes, difficult to find/expensive ingredients
- diet pills & splenda - make you a vicious beast; enough said.
Bootys, munchkins, and tofu.
I am 5 foot 3 inches, and have been blessed with the "McBrayer" petite stature, big booty, big else where's (haha) and a leg length worthy of the lolipop guild themselves. To put it straight, I'm tall for the women in my family... and that's a stretch (no pun intended)...(okay, it's totally a pun)
I have never been tiny. I think at the smallest I've been I was a 6/8. That was in high school - most of my friends were 2's and 4's... a 6/8 isn't far off (but you know high school) but I knew that a 2/4 was just not something my body would do. Especially since I've had 3 pregnancies, 2 full term... my son Levi was born via c-section, my body changed some, but a week after his birth I had lost 32 pounds. I had my 8 week old via VBAC (hooray!) I swear to you, with Blaise... I physically watched my hips widen and my body totally change shape. I was shocked (hello, what was I expecting... I did deliver a miniature person... but a PERSON none-the-less)
I have always stressed over my weight and size. I had a lot of health issues growing up, and took steroids, amongst other meds consistently from age 5 causing major fluctuations in weight. When I was 17 my mom started looking into alternative medicines... nothing conventional docs were doing was helping me anymore. I began eating organic/whole foods and saw a drastic change in my body... not only in my medical health, but also in my weight. At 19, just before and after meeting my husband, Aaron... I got serious, used portion control, ran every other day... and lost 30 pounds in 3 months.
RUN big bootied one, RUN.
Can I tell you how much I HATE running... every step my mind says "just stop, take a break". I have to set goals for myself... "Sunshine, get to that stop sign up there, Sunshine get to that crack in the side walk up there" every few yards there was a stick, crack, or someones unwelcome dandilion greeting me and ushering me to the spruce tree or the mailbox just ahead. By the time I met Aaron I was running about 3 to 4 miles, didn't even look at a french fry, and only ate things the size of my fist. It may sound pathetic that mailboxes, and weeds, spurred me one... but it taught me discipline to set a goal, and reach it...
So... why am I writing this?
It begins... it's time to feel better about myself, get healthy, and be a good example to my children of (not perfection) but health, confidence, and discipline. It's all about balance, I'm breastfeeding so my approach will be have to be different... I have to maintain a higher caloric intake to keep up with my hoover for an 8 week old...
I'll update on my successes and woes... I may whine some... but I'll keep it all in good humor.
I Promise.
So, if you see a big haired blond chick, running for a stop sign like Forest ran for Jenny...
that might just be me.
3 comments:
I started couch to 5K a few weeks ago, have done it every week, but last week...it was just a weird week. I'll be back on the track with you this week. You go girl. And keep up those calories! Breast is best!
I'm starting C25K this week with a group of girlfriends. I will be cheering you on!!! I'm going to make sure I eat a lot too so I don't lose my milk.
BTW have I mentioned you are hilarious?!?!
this is a fantastic blog sun! i do the same thing when i go "run/walking".. you described it perfectly. well written. more more more!!!
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