Posted on | December 20, 2010 | 15 Comments
My dear, sweet, wonderful friend “Blair” did this great thing called “McFatty Monday.” It was her way of holding herself accountable for the weight she wanted to lose. It was her way of shouting to the world “WORLD… I MUST LOSE WEIGHT!!!”
And you know what? She lost it.
So I’m following in her amazing footsteps. I’ve got to lose weight.
When I got pregnant with J, I was about 10 pounds heavier than I wanted to be. I was meticulous about my weight gain and gained 27 pounds during my pregnancy. Then I started nursing and holy mother of awesomeness, I found myself dropping pounds like sponsors dropped Tiger Woods. I forgot that I had to actually, I don’t know, pay attention to what I ate. I could eat an Indian restaurant out of their buffet and then head over to a bakery for dessert. And I still lost weight. I lost a lot of weight. I lost so much weight that I had to buy new clothes. I was rocking a figure that I hadn’t rocked since high school.
And then… I had to stop breastfeeding. I didn’t want to. I thought about continuing on until J graduated high school but I figured it was going to get awkward sooner or later. Plus, my door at my new job had a big old window which made pumping just a tad bit awkward.
Wouldn’t you know it… the pounds packed back on. When I quit nursing J, I was down to 13 pounds below my pre-pregnancy weight. And now? Not even 6 months after stopping I have sky rocketed past my pre-pregnancy weight and ballooned up to 10 pounds OVER my pre-pregnancy weight. You read that right. I gained 23 pounds in 5 months.
That’s the most disgusting thing I’ve ever read in print in my life. Even more disgusting than when I read that the chick from Jersey Shores got a book deal.
So I’m McFattying up. Here’s the deal… I have to lose 20 pounds. I have to. It’s not fair to my son for me to just get fat and sad and unable to play with him because, hello? MOMMY’S EATING. I’m worried. I know that the reason this has happened is that I haven’t been taking care of myself. I’ve been taking care of my job and my house and my kid but I haven’t been taking care of myself.
And I have to learn how to work myself into the rotation.
This is my first McFatty Monday. I’m going to start small… with reasonable goals.
Goal number one: Not gain a single pound over the next two weeks of crazy Christmas travel and eating. My goal is to maintain the status quo on the scale until after the holidays. And then? Then we’ll get to business. For now, I just don’t want to gain anymore.
Goal number two: Sit down with Husband and make some serious choices and plans about how to work more exercise into our weekly routine. I have to put that first, at least for now.
Mood: Disillusioned, Defeated, Disturbed… and dammit, hungry.