I need to start off by saying that I am talking about dieting. Enough said, right? I can't guarantee that my language will stay "G" rated given the frustrating subject that we are embarking upon...so little one's, it's Daddy time, run along.
Are they gone? Good, Gosh Doggit I HATE dieting.
Here's the skinny on my fat. I was a nice 145lbs. (I'm 5'9'') when I got pregnant with my now 6 year old son. At the peak of my pregnancy with him I was 206lbs. I'll do the math for ya, I gained a whopping 61lbs. give or take a cheeseburger or two. After having him in 2001, I sat at 180lbs. until Summer of 2006 where I got down to 165lbs.
I was torturing myself by eating better and don't kid yourself people, it is torture. All the books and everyone who's on a diet (those who are still savoring the taste of their last slice of pizza 5 days earlier) say's "dieting shouldn't be about starving yourself." HELLO!!! You're starving your body of all those things it love's and want's and so desperately thinks it deserves. Like the burgers, the fries, the pizza, the ice cream and best of all, the CARBS!!!!
So anyway, I quickly gained that weight back when I got pregnant in 2005 but unfortunately we lost that little one. The angels in heaven needed him/her more then we did. When I got prego in 2006 with our little J.Bean I was thrilled to have a new little bundle on the way. I was also thrilled at the thought of no longer having to suck in my stomach. FREEDOM!
So with Bean I got up to 209lbs. I gained about 34lbs. total with her. (I know you didn't bargain for a math lesson during this post but bare with me.) Thank goodness it wasn't anywhere close to the 61lbs. I gained with my son but I was still up there and when she came out, it was on. Balls to the walls or better yet, tits to the floor, I'm gonna lose this weight. For about a month or so that's how it went...and then I gave up, again.
So, I am on the damn dieting wagon again. I am determined this time to get down to my goal weight of 155lbs. by my birthday in August. Not much time, I know. But I work better when I have a date and amount to aim for. And yes, it is true, I want to be a MILF. Although the Hubby already say's I am and the few looks a day that I get prove that to be true (atleast to me), I want to be a hot MILF in short shorts. You see, the last time I actually wore shorts out in public (besides right after my pregnancy with Bean when I was jogging through the woods with hubby) was when I was in high school. Actually, to be more exact, it was when I was 19, right before I got prego with the 6-er.
I want my legs back damnit! I am 25 years old and I am sick of wearing capri's during the torturous months of Summer.
So here's the plan...It's all about the food with me. I can walk and work-out and all that hoop-la but if I can't get my life right with the way I eat, I will never be 155lbs.
The last time I weighed myself (last week) I was at 182lbs. so I have less then 30lbs. to lose.
Today, is day 6 of my healthy eating kick. Tomorrow, I will allow myself one cheat meal and will continue to do so every 7th day of my weight loss trek. The hubby is very supportive (no shit, what husband wouldn't be?) and was there for me today when I texted him around lunch time to tell him I was feeling weak. I needed something. Anything. Just something bad...because we all know, the bad, is so damn good.
I have decided to share my "Adventure's in Dieting" with all of you. Aren't you lucky.
First order of business, I have to buy a scale. Wal-Hell here I come!
Second, share your dieting tips. What works for you and what doesn't.