Hello, my name is Crooked Eyebrow and I am a overweight, young , married, emotional eating mommy. Did you get all that? I have struggled with my weight since I was a child and unfortunately as an adult as well.
My weight gain as an adult started with the late night studying in nursing school and it just never seemed to stop. Who knew that chugging Mt. Dew and cramming little debbies for lunch for a few years would have that effect? Ha. I thought I would I would beat that whole hereditary (lack of )metabolism. Nope, I was wrong.
Soon after nursing school I fell in love with a foodie. I love my husband. He cooks. He cooks well. He has taught me how good food can taste. Therefore, we have become “foodies” together in this marriage. Before meeting him I had never eaten a steak and soon I was hooked. Putting away a 16oz porterhouse with all the fixings became a routine thing for me. Hello?? Metabolism you still there? NOPE. Just checking.
While my appetite was picking up and the weight was already starting to pack on, low and behold we were having a baby. Eating for two indeed. I gained another 60 pounds by the time JC was born. Now, as I type this I am the exact weight I went to go deliver at. Scary. 8 years later almost exactly to the week I am the same weight. See the problem? though, this time I am not pregnant, just fat.
I’ve done the crazy weight loss quick tricks. I’ve only eaten protein while I treated carbs as my mortal enemy. That fact is I like carbs and I don’t want to give them up. Weight watchers? Been there. While it did work, I made every excuse in the book not for it to work. Although I may not be a meetings type of gal, the system did work.
Looking back now at one of my weight loss stints, the only one that made me feel good and healthy(and on top of the world) was when I was going to a personal trainer who made my diet. You know what the key was? Good food choices with the right proportions and exercise. Lots of it. So during my journey I will most likely take that path. The right food, the right size and the right amount of exercise.
In joining the sisterhood of the shrinking jeans my hope is to (of course shed weight) but to get rid of the emotional baggage that holds me back from succeeding. It’s my goal to encourage others just as their stories will continue to push me to my goal. Together, a sisterhood(+one boy).
That’s my story,what’s yours? Tell us. We would love to know…