I’m not one of them.
You know those women who are just naturally thin. They eat whatever they want, don’t exercise and manage to maintain a size 4. These same women get pregnant, pop out a kid, and then within weeks they look exactly like they did before they got knocked up. We all know someone like this and, well, I’m not one of them. If you happen to be one of them, I secretly hate you. (Not really, but I am a little bit jealous.)
I’m the type of woman who has to work out hard and eat just right in order to maintain a specific weight. And let me tell you, I’m not good at either of those things. I’m not a lazy, sit on the couch all day type of person but I’m far from a gym rat. I like fruit but I’d much prefer a bowl of ice cream or a piece of cheese cake. Who wouldn’t?
Well, back in September I think it was, I started working out regularly. I was on the treadmill at least three nights a week and was lifting light weights and doing some resistance training, all with the help and guidance of my wonderful husband. I started eating better. I wasn’t dieting per se but I became more aware of what I put in my mouth. I still ate pizza and cookies, just not as often and in smaller quantities. I felt great. The best part – I lost 15 lbs in about 2 months! People were starting to notice that I had lost weight and it was a huge boost of confidence for me.
Then winter really set in. I got sick. The kids got sick. The holidays came around. I got sick again. The kids were sick again. It was terrible. Needless to say, my motivation went out the window and the working out came to an end. It wasn’t intentional, it sort of just happened. I’ve gained about five of the fifteen pounds back and I’m not happy about it. I’ve made two attempts to get back on the band wagon. But I’ve failed each time. Life just keeps getting in the way (read: I can’t get motivated). Now we’re getting ready to move which means packing and cleaning and doing a million and one things. At the end of the day the last thing I want to be doing is working out. But since I’m not one of those women blessed with the ability to eat whatever I want and still wear a size 4, I’m going to make a third attempt to get back at it.
I’ll start Monday.