Before I was pregnant, I had allowed myself to creep up slowly, year after year, with my weight. I was never concerned...2 to 3 pounds this year, maybe 4 pounds another year....After a while it all adds up, until you look at yourself and you cannot believe the body that you're trapped in.
I wanted to be a healthy, thin, beautiful pregnant woman...well, I did not achieve this goal. Because I lacked discipline and an exercise routine, I gained weight normally, but I was not fit. Pregnancy wound up being a very difficult undertaking with a very rigorous labor and delivery.
Now, moving past all that stuff and we get to the meat of the issue, the very essence of the human attitude and something that I have in boatloads, denial. I would stand on a scale and think...eh...a few more pounds, no big deal, I will never be one of those people who just let themselves go....or I would make constant excuses for myself, always thinking that the weight would just come off if I ate one less cookie that day. Was I ever wrong.
I realize now that I have to take control of any situation in my life (if I can) and make it happen. Getting pregnant took months of fertility treatments and doctor visits, being pregnant was a similar experience, and now being a parent. None of these things, "just happen". I went to the doctor for help and lucky for me, along came Baby E. I started dieting and exercising and again, lucky for me, I started to lose weight and feel a whole lot better, both physically and mentally.
So here we are, 20 pounds lighter and feeling a whole lot happier. I still plan to lose another 7 or so pounds, but even if I don't, I'm pretty satisfied with my success.
Before and After