My name is Elizabeth and I have been struggling with my weight pretty much all of my life. That bit of information would likely come as a surprise to people who have known me since I was young — that’s because I have never noticeably been overweight until now. When I was younger, I fought tooth and nail to keep every pound at bay. Even though I have always been an athlete, I have also had a tendency to put on weight. My diet has never been too far off par from a healthy one, and I rarely overeat. So, good diet, exercise, and determination have never been an issue. I truly accredit my battle with a very slow metabolism and bad genes. My parents were both very thin, but that was not the case for my grand parents — especially my grandmothers. One of my grandmothers was very tall (think 6 feet!) and very overweight, the other was short and…let’s say she was ‘chubby’. As for me, I’m medium height and somewhere in the middle of obesity and chubby.
So, here’s where my current problem(s) truly come into play… I am a mother of two young children, and most recently I gave birth to a daughter — well I say recently, but it was more like almost two years ago! During my first pregnancy, I bounced back like it was nothing. The same cannot be said this time around, I gained a lot of weight, and I actually did lose most of it, but then tragedy caused me to gain most of it back.
In January, almost a year after giving birth, I was so close to hitting the 140s, but the day after my 8 year wedding anniversary I got a devastating phone call — my father had died suddenly. For the next four months to follow I put on weight at a rapid pace. Every time I started to run on my treadmill, I would well up and cry because the isolation of exercise would allow for too much time to process what had happened. When I tried to create a meal plan, my honest thought was ‘what’s the point, I’m just going to die suddenly like my father one day’ and then I’d overeat to numb the pain.
After a few very sad and dark months, I realized that enough was enough. After all, my kids need their mom to live a long and healthy life, that wasn’t going to happen as I was pushing obesity. I already have a tendency towards high blood pressure and water retention, and I definitely didn’t need to put myself at even more risk because by feeling sorry for myself and overeating.
Alright, so let’s break this down and get started.
This is where I’m at: I am 26 years old , 5’5” and weigh 180 lbs. on a very small frame. My short term goal is to get to 154 lbs. — this is my weight the day before my dad died.
The diet I’m following is a low-carb plan, with a little more allowance for fresh fruits and vegetables than many super structured diets because I’m still breastfeeding. I am also going to do 30 minutes of structured exercise everyday — no matter the intensity or speed (for now).
Here’s the challenges I know I’m going to have to face:
My husband is very in shape because of his job, and is also almost a foot taller than me. The problem you ask? Well, he can and does eat whatever he wants. He can also cook really well and loves to make pies and starchy meals. The other problem I will be fighting is time. I am a full-time work from home writer with two kids in tow all day. My husband also works 12-hour days, so it’s a total balancing act to get everything done on my own.
Like I mentioned, I am breastfeeding and not willing to give that up for the sake of dieting. That whole weight loss with breastfeeding is a total lie concocted by celebrities to explain their dramatic weight loss post-pregnancy (IMO).
That’s all I can think about for now, but I have to get in shape and lose the weight. I’m determined to at least accomplish what I managed to accomplish before. When I lost the weight initially, these factors were the same, so here I go!