So this past Memorial Day weekend was great. All of Jared's family was in town and we had fun eating, shopping, eating, playing board-games, eating, catching-up, eating... and just plain gettin' fat. I have to admit, my pants are little tight today, a bit snug around the waist. It doesn't help when I come to work and there are stacks and stacks of cookies, cupcakes, donuts... you name it threatening me with their tempting yet delicious calories.
For those who know me, and know me well... all my life I have battled what most women fight against: self esteem. I don't want to be fat. I don't want to feel fat. And I fear getting fat. I've had my chubby moments (high school and college were not good to me.) But post-college were some good skinny years. Then came the kids. Then came the extra pounds. (Just check out the double-chin in the photo!.) Unfortunately for me, dieting doesn't work. I have no self control when it comes to food. OK, so that is not totally true. I can stop at a certain point... but the only thing I have going for me is exercise. Something I don't go a day without doing... but it doesn't seem to make the slightest bit of difference.
For instance, today I ran four miles pushing my girls through the rainy weather in the running stroller. It isn't easy... but I do it. So tell me, how come I'm still a chubby bunny.
During my sorority days those girls would drink the calories in, make late-night Taco Bell runs... and thought exercising was walking around the campus fieldhouse. Meanwhile... I didn't touch the "devil juice" (as a good friend of mine calls it), I've never indulged in Taco Bell (yuck), and I went to the gym every day: running, kickboxing, step aerobics, pilates, yoga. So tell me, how come I'm still a chubby bunny.
I'll take any tips out there. Any pointers that will get me down to that coveted size 4. I've done it before... but can't figure out how to do it again.
Hurry, summer is here, and Ella wants to go swimming. But I promise you... swimmers don't want to see me in a bathing suit!
3 comments:
I have an answer for you. Once we both have the next baby, we'll go have a tummy tuck together. I'm so getting one of those after the next kid. I'm not afraid to admit that I need a nip tuck. So, you can join me in the recovery room, we'll keep each other company. LOL
I know, I know. I have totally been there (this is allison green now moschetti btw). Honestly, I have never found that exercising alone changes your weight, except maybe by adding pounds from added muscle. But what I have totally found is that by changing the way you eat, your body reacts. Check out my raw blog because my cousins and I have made changes in our diets with amazing results. No joke. I have tried MANY diets. Nothing like this.
www.rawlifeforme.blogspot.com
I'm no expert and i'm pretty nerdy about it but eating raw has changed my life!!
You are crazy... I always remember you as svelte and gorgeous! I've had 6 fluffy years...Nuff said,but I'm figuring out that me in my 30's sure is different.
I really wish I could lose my appetite when stressed, instead of eating everything in sight!
Inger
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