A brief introduction and background before I type random thoughts, news and views...
My name is Lorrie. I'm 32 years old and I'm the mommy of two boys, 8 (almost 9) and 1 (almost 2). My husband is a military man through and through and we are all big Buckeye fans. Even the baby. I'm an operations manager of a very large grant funded organization that encompasses 10 colleges, 72 school districts and hundreds of business partners. I am also a full time student, football/baseball mom, fisher-woman, gardner, commuter, builder of the lego towers and washer of the dishes. In my free time I like to... oh, yeah. That's right. There is no free time. My favorite thing on this earth is to spend time with my family whether it be weeding the garden or playing scrabble or going to the drive-in. I married my best friend, so life is good.
I type those words and have to pause just to look at them.
I was married previously (swan song inserted here...) I married entirely too young, was broke, uneducated, unhappy and gained a lot of weight. Ok, so "a lot" is a relative term. At my last weigh in I tipped the scales at 346. I wore a size 28 stretchy jeans that were so tight I had to lay down and zip them up with a pair of pliers because the zipper pull would cut into my fingers. I started the gastric-bypass surgery marathon, but backed out of it. I kept thinking, "I'm 22 years old. I've never given diet and exercise a real shot." So I tried. I failed. I found some exotic new cabbage diet that turned out to produce more gas than weight loss. NEXT! Then I nearly watched my then 2 year old son walk into a pond where he would have surely drowned because I was too fat to run to save him. (That's the current 8 almost 9 year old.) I sat there with him at the waters edge, crying and telling him that he can't ever ever go near a lake again without mommy's hand. And I knew I had to do something. So I did. I started working out, slowly at first. I started watching what I ate... fast forward 1 year and I'm wearing a size 8, weighing in at 157 (wishing like all holy hell that I could afford the lower body lift I desperately needed) and realized that I had, at long last, found the magic cure. Who'd have thunk it??
In that process I also finally got the courage to leave and divorce my husband and start living.
Fast forward again...
I'm with my current husband and find out that I'm expecting again. There wasn't a double cheeseburger that I didn't have an intensive love affair with. Gestational diabetes and 90 pounds later... I was huge.
My husband was deployed for a year (basically our baby's first year of life) and I lost quite a bit of weight, but since he came home, I have put about 25 pounds back on.
I'm at 197 - between a size 14 and 12, depending on the make - but have 50 pounds to lose. I still need the lower body lift, but in this economy who has 22K?
I'm taking a spinning class two days per week and 2 pilates mat classes per week (I work for a college, so I'm working out for lunch). I'm packing lunch, and snacks and making better choices.
I'm going for 50 pounds in 6 months. That might be a little lofty, but I'm hoping it works. I miss feeling healthy.
So, What would Jim Tressel do? He'd tell me to get off my lazy butt and get going. He'd say I know what to do, so do it. Or he'd cut me. I don't want to be cut, Coach Tressel... I'll try harder.
| current weight: 197.0