Post Wedding Pudge

A few months after me and Danny got married I read an article in Cosmo titled How to Keep Off Post Wedding Pudge. What I read was shocking! 

Holy crap! That's worse than the Freshman Fifteen! And I definitely gained weight my freshman year of college! I've told you my weight loss story...and some of you didn't even think it was me in the "before" picture. But I swear, it is. And I'll be honest...(one of) my biggest fear is to be that size again. I was so uncomfortable with myself. But if I'm being totally honest...I love food. Like, more than any person should. Have you noticed most of my posts revolve around vacations, which revolve around food? I love food!

I don't exactly remember how much I weighed on March 13, 2010 but I'm gonna say 130lbs give or take a pound. After our Disney vacation I was 138lbs. That's the most I've been in SIX years. Talk about a huge disappointment! I weighed myself on the morning of March 13, 2011. The official first year of marriage has put 8lbs on my body. Sure, it's not the average 21, but it's still kinda sucky!

I'm 5'1 and for arguments sake I'll say I have a medium frame (anyone who knows me, what do you think? I clearly have a strange body image of myself.) According to this website I should weight between 115 and 129. My goal weight has always been 125.

So, that's the whole point of this post! I'm starting a change...not a diet, just a change. Eating right, working out...and not eating huge amounts of food just because I'm bored. My goal is not only to be bathing suit ready...but to feel more confident. My weight loss goal is 13lbs. Here's a little ticker to help keep track of my goal!





Wish me luck!

My Love of Food vs. My Waistline

It's no secret. I love food. I love shopping for food, I love creating with that food, I love eating the food. It goes one step further, I love looking at food, reading recipes, and I love talking about food. I love when people ask what foods I don't like. I can never come up with an answer. I seriously love food.

I always have the best intentions to eat well, but lately...it goes right out the window.

Let's start at the beginning. I used to be FAT. I'm 5'1, I weighed 180 pounds. I did not like how I looked or how I felt.

Summer 2006 I decided I had to lose weight. I did Slim Fast religiously. I followed the system to the letter on their website. Me and Mom did it together, having someone who wants to eat the same healthy meals was such a HUGE help. I believe within the year, I lost 50lbs. I felt amazing and I thought I looked great. By summer 2007 I was so happy with my body. I believe I was around 130lbs in this picture.

I was around 130lbs throughout college, but still wanted to lose that last five pounds. Last year before I moved I was at my thinnest, around 127lbs. I was still having atleast one Slim Fast shake or bar a day, working nonstop and working out in the morning. I believe this is when I looked and felt my best. Even though my Dad will argue that I was too skinny.

Since I have moved, got married, and apparently got too lazy to workout...my weight has been fluctuating by 6lbs. Yes, I know 6lbs is not a lot. But, I believe, once a fat girl...you are always a fat girl. You worry that you look fat all the time, you fear that you will get back to that weight, and that every calorie will make or break you.

This summer has killed my waistline and self confidence. To the point where someone invited us to the beach yesterday and I had visions of a beached whale on the shore. I know I'm not fat, I just don't like how I feel about the way I look. And yes, I know I've blogged about this before!

This is the most recent picture, I could pick it apart, but I'm sure you don't want to hear how hard I am on myself. I weigh 132lbs right now.

I want to get back to the day where I would order a water instead of a beer, the salad instead of the cheese covered nachos, and would workout almost everyday.  I did it once, I can do it again. But what's harder this time? I make excuses. "Oh, we're going away this weekend...calories don't count on vacations." "Mmmm sure, I could go for a beer." IT.NEEDS.TO.STOP!

My goal? To look and feel hot at the USMC Ball on November 6th. That's a little over 11 weeks away. Lucky readers, you can look forward to reading about my weight loss and working out adventures every Monday for the next 11 weeks!

Any tips? Helpful advice? Please share!

The Burrito Fight

I have been trying so so hard to eat right. Literally, my diet consists of Special K bars, Slim Fast bars, 90 calorie bars, fruits, lean cuisines/normal dinner. But along with this means that I'm hungry sooner in the evening and want to eat dinner at a senior citizen hour.

Last night I had dinner a healthy choice potsticker meal around 5:30. It was delicious. Then we got in the truck and headed out for the two hour ride out to Jacksonville.

I was STARVED when we got out here and Danny pulled into taco bell for himself. I sucked it up and threw caution to the wind and ordered the 89 cent 5-layer burrito. It weighed a ton. I unwrapped it and the gooey cheese came leaking out onto my palm, obviously it was going to be messy....so I decided to wait til we were no longer driving to eat it.

Then he said it.

"I'm only eating this because I know I have PT in the morning and will be working all the calories off."

I heard:

"Jeez fatty, maybe you shouldn't be eating that unless you plan to run a marathon and starve yourself for the rest of the week."

Needless to say..I didn't eat the burrito.

Promise To Myself

Since there are officially twelve weeks until our wedding...and I already have my dress...I promise I will:
1) not have major pigout sessions, I need to fit into that dress!
2) workout everyday and tone up everything
3) not ruin my hard work during the week by drinking on the weekends.

Disappointed In Myself

For three years I was the same weight. In three month I have gained TEN pounds. I went from (roughly) 126 to 136. I'd say that's a pretty major FAIL. My favorite skinny jeans don't fit, which means I can't even wear my favorite boots..because I only wear them with the pants!

I blame Danny for the weight gain. Which is funny because he blames me for his weight gain. All we do is eat out and drink. It's actually kinda sad if you think about it. But I keep saying "well..atleast we'll be fat and happy!" His come back, "they'll kick me out of the Marines."

Starting tomorrow...I will workout and eat right. My birthday is in eight weeks and my goal is to be my pre-Danny weight! Reasonable?