After giving birth to 3 wonderful babies, and nursing each one, I had gained my share of extra weight. I had severe morning sickness with all three pregnancies, so when the pregnancies became more manageable just after halfway through, I might have taken liberty to eat what I wanted, almost. Then while nursing, the body craves more calories and again, I just might have used it as an excuse to eat more of anything I wanted.
|About 7 weeks after Lightning was born; not too bad, yet.|
I'm not a big person. I'm barely 5 feet tall. And I could tell from all the pictures we took that I was not in the right weight range for someone only 5 feet tall. I was in my mid-30s and getting bigger.
|About one month before changing my life; Lightning was almost 2.|
Then it happened. I went shopping for some new jeans, because, duh, the ones I had were too small. I grabbed a couple of pairs in a size I thought would fit and went to the fitting room. I grabbed a size I figured was about a size bigger than what I was already wearing. Yeah, not quite. Then came my "uh oh" moment. I needed to hit the double digit sizes. I put my clothes back on and walked out of the store without looking back.
Very soon after, the Major and I started having some discussions about exercise and weight. He realized he was getting bigger, too, and he must have known that doing this together was going to be sooo much easier for me! So, we came up with a plan.
Part II - coming soon...click here.