Last summer, when I was going through problems with my petulant bladder and subsequent fun with several courses of antibiotics, it dawned on me while standing on the doctor's scale that I had gained weight.
There were clues before that of course. Bigger pants. That's a certain clue that your frame isn't as small as it once was. I also needed bras with actual cups and structure because I'd gained myself some boobs. There was the embarrassing purchase of granny style underwear to cover my butt with. My wedding ring wasn't coming off my finger. People asking me when I was due...that sort of thing.
Those of you who knew me in high school probably think that it's a fluke that put on a pound or two. In high school I was the tall girl with bird bones. The girl who ate like a horse, sucked down Mountain Dew and had a difficult time finding pants long and thin enough. If any of you wondered why it seemed that I wore the same pair of jeans every day it's because I'd bought four pair of that style because they fit. I have a 36 inch inseam, for gosh sakes!
Girbaud jeans were stylish at the time. They did not fit. Therefore I thought they were ugly anyway.
Twenty years since high school, three pregnancies, eight years of fun with my hormones, and a love of all things cake, and my BMI was on the edge of having a "fun personality".
I signed up on MyFitnessPal in October.
As of today, I've lost twenty-five pounds.
Considering that my goal is thirty pounds, how it's gone so far ain't too bad!
How did I accomplish this feat? I ate food, and counted every calorie that went into my mouth 95% of the time, finding that sweet spot of eating just a little less than what it takes to fuel my body in a day. MyFitnessPal helps you with this. It's fabulous.
Did I up the exercise? Well, no. Just changed my diet. Now that the weather is warmer I'm looking forward to getting out hiking.
Did I eat a ton of rabbit food? Sort of. You find that when you're at a calorie deficit, you want to eat more roughage because it's low calorie and it fills you up. Otherwise I didn't suddenly go gluten free or Paleo or Atkins or Southbeach.
Did you deprive yourself of food that tastes good? No. You just budget in your favorites. Like butter. Doritos. Peanut butter chocolate easter eggs. Whole milk. Alfredo sauce. Cheeseburgers. Girl Scout cookies. You may want to eat an entire bag of Doritos but you stop at an ounce.
Weren't you hungry? At first, yes. My body was used to the feeling of being very full. I powered through that with oatmeal and celery. The feeling went away when my hormones started to level off. When my hormones levelled off I found I didn't crave the refined carbs nearly as much as I used to. I'm not an emotional eater.
You didn't buy diet food? Other than fresh veggies and meats? No. It's not necessary. Besides, diet soda tastes like ball sweat. (I don't care if you love diet Coke and you're offended by my using the term "balls". It's straight up testicular perspiration.) You don't necessarily get more food and less calorie for your buck or your taste buds when you buy food marked "lite". That said, Hebrew National 97% lean hotdogs are incredible.
How did you track the calories that went in your mouth? With a postal scale. Everything gets weighed. Especially the calorie dense foods like cheese.
Did your grocery bill go up? Nope. My husband has joined me on the diet and because we're buying way less snack food, our grocery bill has fallen. We also eat out a little less because it's difficult to track calories at a restaurant.
What about Christmas? I gave myself a week to eat what I liked. I gained two pounds back. Then I got right back on the horse.
What do you weigh now? Not sayin.
So, what's your pants size then? Long.
So, what's your bra size then? Not large. Not large in any way whatsoever. Not even medium.
Have a pic, taken nice and fresh, five minutes ago: