Friday, August 17, 2012

I weigh how much?

So here it goes, I am posting about my goal to become fit. Yes, I realize that I haven't been posting about anything I've made or designed, but my sewing machine is on the fritz and I haven't had time to open it up for further examination. So, until further notice I am stuck posting on the other things going on in my life.

I have avoided posting about this because it is hard to say out loud how much you weigh. It hasn't even been till recently that I let Adam, my husband, know what I weigh. I have found it helpful and encouraging to have his support as I've tried to shed the dreaded baby-weight (and then some). Adam receives texts from me any morning the scale gives me a new number and he helps cheer me on.

As most everyone that knows me knows I was always a well... a bigger child. I remember going to a yearly check-up in later elementary school and weighing in at 160 (no joke). Puberty was my friend and I trimmed down a bunch. I could have cared less about my size, I was completely oblivious to it. In highschool I don't even know what size pants I wore, because most of the ones I wore regularly I found at Goodwill. In college, I was super depressed (my first year) and I apparently was the kind of person to not eat when depressed. I had no idea I had loss so much weight until I decided to hop on a scale at the school's gym (I didn't own a scale) and it said 115. I about freaked out 115 at 5'9" is so not healthy (at least it was not for me). Then I went to Texas State, got married, moved to Dallas, and then got pregnant (okay that's like 7 years in a sentence). That whole time I never owned a scale so I am not sure what I weighed until I went to the OB's office and I weighed in at 170 (10 weeks pregnant and very shocked by that number). At the end of the pregnancy I weighed... wait for it... wait for it... 215! I just about passed out on the floor when then numbers popped up for everyone in the little weighing room to see.

So in my adult life I have weighed in from 115 to 215. That is 100 pounds people! That is CRAZY! More perspective, in my adult life I have owned jeans from a size 0 to 20. You can pick your jaw up off the floor now.

That brings me to today. My pregnancy weight, before my second baby Lilian, was 160 I gained 35 pounds so I ended up at 195. I am currently at 154 pounds and very pleased with the progress. I am loosing about 1.5 pounds a week. I had to give you my whole background life story, to put it all in perspective. My goal weight is 140 which for me is a comfortable size 6.

My problem is that I want to be a healthy and fit 140. I have totally changed my eating habits, including giving up my precious Cokes. The thing I struggle with the most is working out. I have a ton of excuses: it is too hot to take the girls out for stroller walks, Adam is studying every evening so I can't go then, I don't want to spend time working out when I could be playing with the girls... Currently my only work outs come from chasing a two year old around and spending hours a day bouncing a 4 month old. Oh, nursing totally counts as a work-out too!

If anyone has work-out suggestions I will take them. I need something for a beginner. 


  1. I am very impressed with your post. I've never weighed what you did on the low end, just the high end. My whole life, I've been really big.You look wonderful and you are very beautiful. I think you look super at the weight you are now. I agree with your idea of being healthy at your particular weight. I use exercise videos in the afternoon because it is so hot. Maybe you could use videos and have both girls close to you, inside where it is cool. You are probably getting a lot more exercise than you think just taking care of them. Whatever you are doing it is working because you look amazing.

  2. I agree that you look great, but I also understand wanting to be healthy and fit. I wish we lived closer to each other so we could workout together. Eric has a friend that lives close by and they used to run with each other. It was great motivation to have someone holding him accountable.