I’m finally down to my pre-Pepper weight, which is still a surprisingly high number that I will not disclose to ANYONE. There is this mom at the gym who I was chatting with the other week and we were discussing our struggle with weight loss after child(ren) and she said, “Yeah, after working out for 9 months I finally got back down to 116 …”
That’s when I started laughing. Um, I have never in my life weighed 116 pounds. I have absolutely no recollection of ever getting on the scale and seeing 116 flash up. I am fairly certain I was born at 120 and it just went up from there.
However, I really am proud of the fact that I have managed to shed the 50+ pounds I gained with Pepper. I’m older now, and that does make a difference … although it’s not like I had a lightning-fast metabolism before. This is an accomplishment.
Apparently I come from hardy stock; the ancestors on my dad’s side were Vikings. That’s probably why I weigh a lot. Vikings stepped on people’s necks and broke them. They had heavy feet. When I type that out, it doesn’t make sense, but I’m TELLING YOU, it’s my ancestry. It’s not the cookies.
|This is how I lift weights.|
My old jeans still don’t fit, but I plan to start going to yoga a few times a week which I swear helps everything move back into place. I really don’t know why I don’t go to the gym every single day, because the days that I do go are much less stressful than when I skip. Sometimes I check the kids into the nursery, sit somewhere, and stare into space. Sometimes I read a magazine. Sometimes I think about lifting weights, and then I go right back to reading my magazine.
Just because I have kids doesn’t mean I have to give up. At this point in my life, it’s not so much about anything other than how I feel about myself. Attitude is everything, you know. I have to have a big one to balance out my ass.