There’s A Reason For Everything

Before I was married, back when I was only a little lady, at eighteen years old, in high school, I began to take a special interest in the look of my body. For some magical reason, when I looked in the mirror I was no longer a pudgy-fudgy little girl with pig tails. I had beautiful curves and lines where my abdominal muscles were, yet something was missing. Why was something missing? Why did I feel so awful?

Thus began my health pro-evolution. Pro- because of positive feedback I felt. Evolution-because of the change I saw, not physically, but mentally.

Research and more research plus a little experimentation made me smart. Smart decisions throughout those beginning-years at the university made me healthy. Believe me, I tried everything! I loved all the programs, diets and philosophies of healthy body, healthy mind. I learned to love my body for its differences. I came to know what it liked and what it wasn’t so happy with. My mind was set- and alongside my the health of my life, I made another smart choice to become a little wife.

20140112-190225.jpg

Most women lose weight for their wedding, but not me. I gained ten pounds to fit into my dress a little bit better, and to look sensual in my honeymoon little bikini. You see, planning a wedding causes stress and stress makes your body produce cortisol. Cortisol makes you fat- but not me. It made me skinny. Too skinny. So I ate and ate and ate until I pudged (laughing) up to a size 4. Months went by while circus music rang in my head. And then it hit me; a pregnancy. Health-wise, I kept my goals minimal but still healthy for only one sole purpose. Nonetheless, I am human and do enjoy the highly addicting social yum yums of our lazy age. I am afraid I over ate everyday. Soon exercise was a chore I no longer yearned for. Do I get vegan-brownie-points if I divulge to you that for a month or so all I craved was fruit? I never went as far as to become a potato couch, but oh-boy did I inflate. Even my nose grew to about twice it’s size.

20140112-184136.jpg

Then my little bundle of joy arrived. Okay, maybe she wasn’t so tiny at almost eight pounds, but in my arms she was the fragilest thing on earth.

20140112-184317.jpg

As a new little mother I had no clue what I was supposed to be doing. My doctors recommended me to eat an extra five-hundred calories a day to support natural breastfeeding. Of course I obeyed. I budgeted (yes sometimes calories are like money to me) out my foods most of which were good decisions. Around her five month mark, I decided that I was a very lucky woman to have minimal stretch marks and even though I was nourishing my body with good choices, I still needed to take better care of my heart. So I bought myself a fancy polar watch and loaded my infant in our stroller. My new daily ritual was a long walk/jog till I burned five-hundred-plus calories. Trust me- It wasn’t easy, but sadly, I did. Concurrently, decreased my caloric intake five-hundred calories under my personal basal metabolic rate. After weeks of the number on my scale staying at the same darn number, I went back to my doctor and told him my not-so-little-dilemma. He prescribed me one of those crazy-nuts, heart rate increasing, speed pills. Yeah that didn’t work either. It kept me awake, but that was it. So I gave up. By that time I had lost my baby’s milk supply and was forced to fork out bucks for formula. Soon enough she turned one and grew up.

Then, I tested positive for something else.

20140112-185533.jpg

Little bundle of joy number two was born three-hundred and sixty-nine days after my first labor. We were two very lucky parents.

20140112-185542.jpg

Little boy was so sweet at first, but soon became the toughest little baby ever! I gained an extra ten by the time I finally got him sleeping through the night. Side-note: After my pregnancy with my first baby, I gained ten lbs- so I was twenty pounds over my pre-marriage weight. Then after baby number two, I was another ten pounds over that!

Now we are to the important part. All those pounds add up to 158 and 35% BF aka body fat. It’s considered overweight. That’s the chunkiest I have ever been without a living baby in my tummy. With documented and good food choices, I am on my way to be happy healthy momma.

20140112-190156.jpg

Eight months after he was born I finally figured out my body *again. I am shedding the unhealthy water weight and lipids. My heart is healthier and my body is nourished. I can feel a huge difference in my moods in day to day life. It’s hard, but it’s WORTH IT!

Think happy, healthy thoughts!

xo Stephanie

Advertisements

One thought on “There’s A Reason For Everything

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s