I would wager a bet that no one wakes up finding themselves 40 pounds heavier one day and says, “Wow, how’d that happen?”. For most people, it is a process; a gradual up and down process. I, for one, can account for practically every pound I have gained and lost over the last 20 years. And they are numerous. Quite numerous.
When Greg and I got married 19 years ago I was at what I was then calling post-college pudge weight.
Of course, looking back, I only wish that was the pudge I was carrying on me right now. Hindsight being 20/20 and all that.
For the sake of argument, we will call this weight “A”.
When we decided to get married, I went to Weight Watchers, lost about 2o pounds. Now at A-15. Skinniest point of my life.
After the wedding I went into “happy to be married and not needing to fit into my wedding dress” mode.
Now back to just plain “A”.
Decide we are ready to start a family. 9 months later, A+40.
Two years later, after a gradual 20 pound loss, decide to add our family again. End up the whole affair at A+55 Ouch.
One Weight Watchers membership and 1o months later, down to A+30. Find out we are indeed expanding in the kiddo arena yet again. All said and done: A +55 once again.
And again, OUCH.
A few years later we moved to North Dakota. I was at home full-time. My neighbor started going to Weight Watchers and I decided I would try yet again. Religiously tracked points. Did aerobics nearly every day. Started weight training. By the time Madeline started kindergarten I was at A+15 and feeling pretty darn good.
That is when I moved to stress city. We have all lived there at one time or another. Crazy place, that stress city.
We adopted Lucas, Greg took a new job, we moved 1/2 way across the country, bought a house, had the sale of our other house fall through, unpacked, finally sold our other house, and re-acclimated our clan to a new place.
Whew. Had there been, God-forbid, an untimely death in the family we would have experienced all of life’s major stressors in a 2 month period. Now that would have been fun. Or not.
When all was said and done- A+45.
And that is how it happened. Or how I let it happen, me being in charge of what goes in my mouth and all. I am sure many of you can relate to the up and down y0-yo.
Time to turn over a new leaf. For good. For real.
Again. For the LAST time.