Wooo hooo here we go. Well first of all, I love to blog. When I have the time to sit down and do it haha. So this being my first one, it will probably be pretty long. Bear with me kay?
So, like many of you, I've always had issues with weight. My earliest memory of knowing my weight wasn't "normal" was when I was in elementary school. And looking back at it now, I don't even think I was "fat" But the memory will always stick. One of the "cool" kids.. yep even in Elementary school there were cliques.. Anyway, one of the "cool kids" commented on a dress I was wearing. Told me I looked like I was having a baby. Thus begining a 30 or so year long struggle with weight.
As I grew up, became a teenager, the issue became more noticeable. I was the fat girl that the other kids made fun of. And even still, compared to today's standards, I wasn't even that big. I was chubby, not obese. Then I dropped a bunch of weight, not even sure how I did it. Nothing healthy that's for damn sure. I did my partying, drinking, experimenting with drugs. I definitely was not the perfect kid. I put my mom through hell (sorry mom)
I was 16 years old, and suddenly saw myself shrinking from a size 12 to an 8... then a 5 and at one point I could even squeeze into a 3. I wish I knew exactly how that happened but I don't. And it didn't last.
Big problem for me... I LOVE food. Taste, texture, satisfaction. I got a job, working at a snack bar. Needless to say, that size 3 expanded. But not too bad, not at that point. When was in my late teens I was about 150lbs and wearing size 8-10 pants, med- large tops (probably more med but I've always had a thing about my tops clinging to fat rolls, so I always bought, and still buy things oversized to prevent that feeling)
So at 150 I was definitely overweight, but I wasn't too unhappy with my appearance. As a matter of fact, although my goal is 130, I'd be more than happy to get down to 150 again. Hell, even my oldest's father told me the other day that was a lil hottie back then LMAO! And this is a man who I didn't speak to for 18 years and is now married with other kids. So I was pretty flattered that he said it.
Anyway, I tend to get off track a lot, sorry guys and gals. Back to my story.
I started dating my oldest's father when I had just turned 19. We had a whirlwind relationship and I turned up pregnant within 3 months. Shortly after that, we split up.
I was one of those dumbass pregnant chicks... oh I can eat whatever the hell I want. It doesn't matter if I gain a ton, I'll lose it all after the baby's born.
And that was the last time I ever wore jeans that didn't have elastic waistbands, or shirts that the size didn't start with an X. Seriously. It's been 21 years since I haven't worn plus sizes.
I gained 45 pounds with my pregnancy. Lost 30 by the time my son turned a year old. Then began the insane rollercoaster of weight loss and gain that I'm on now.
So, to keep these blogs from being novels in themselves, I'm going to end this one and start a new one about my life before South Beach. Happy Reading