Baby and Me
husband and baby
Ice Cream Cone
Looking back I suppose I could have stopped getting this fat LONG before I got here.
Icky boyfriends always left me needing food, along with school and not eating healthy and not excerciseing and having a baby, I steadly grew from 135 to 200 pounds, over the course of four years.
I was 220 when I delivered, 180 when I concieved, and 145 when I met my husband.
I don't want it to sound like I'm complaining, I take full resonsability for not thinking about what I ate, and why I ate it.
I just want to be around to watch my daughter grow up, and If I get healthy and don't lose a pound, I can be OK with that.
To only be a fat ass in spirit.
Trying to be healthy in an unhealthy world. ie eating local, eating fresh, avoiding chain restraunts, surrounding myself with genuine people, and involving myself in worthwhile projects.
I've grown up in the flatest, boringest, part of CA. Although it got more interesting as I got older.
I love to cook and therein lies my down-fall.
I only cook with real food, Margaerine holds no place in my refridgerator.
But I've fround myself cooking something when I'm depressed, only to eat the whole thing. Be it a batch of cookies or a chicken.
And the vicious cycle begins.
The recipie calculator has been a great help to me, especially when I need to track something I just made up.
I've also noticed that eating fresh fruits and veggies has helped even me out chemicaly. So I eat less. Let's just hope I can keep this up!
Better yourself: read George RR Martin, Terry Goodkind, Frank Herbert., Chuck Palanuick, and Gabriel Garcia Marquez.
Better your children: read I'll Love You Forever, Heckety Peg, and anything by Christoper Van Allsburg.
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