A Bouncing Food Baby

 

food babyOnce upon a time I was skinny. Once upon a time I could eat a dozen pancakes with peanut butter layers, the whole thing drowning in butter and syrup, and remain skinny. then I had kids.

I was still pretty skinny, but then I started having chronic back issues. The weight started to creep slowly higher. I was no longer skinny, but more average for a woman with three kids, who had a flower gardening addiction.

Then I had a hysterectomy. Even removing the Bubbette and Earline, the fibroid squatters that had taken up residence did nothing to what I was becoming aware of. The weight was still creeping upwards, and nothing I did seemed to reverse the trend.

Then I two things happened. I remarried, and received a hypothyroidism diagnosis. My new husband has terrible eating habits, Sorry darling, but you do, despite some health issues of his own, and I was just in “oh, crap-it-all, I give up.” mode when it came to what appeared to be a belly holding six months worth of baby. In reality it was a belly made of reese cups, bacon, pulled pork, biscuits and gravy, mashed potatoes and chex mix. I was either going to be needing to give birth, or needing to be berthed at a wharf somewhere.

Then my son insisted I have a sleep study. Hello C-pap machine. I sleep with a full on aviators mask that could almost double as the face sucking monster from the movie Alien. My aging and expanding body had given me severe sleep apnea

Then my knee gave out, and I had surgery. Hello bigger food baby, as the lack of mobility prior to surgery and during recovery meant that anything I ate was going straight to “baby” and my butt. The weight was on an upward trend and accelerating. My designated fat pants were too small, and I had started to look for extra large sizes to wear

My kids gently suggested that I do something to get healthy…like shed a pound or thirty. My son set me up on this app, called Myfitnesspal and I’ve been sticking to it, even recording my cheating. Yes, cheating.  I’m sorry but potato chips, chex mix and a big old serving of biscuits and gravy sometimes just throw themselves in my hand and beg me to eat them.

Since the beginning of August I’ve lost a few pounds, each one sulking away almost without notice. Only my scale can tell, and my fingers, as my rings aren’t quite so tight any more. I firmly expect the next thing to start shrinking are the “toddlers” which is what I have named my boobs. The food baby, so far, refuses to shrink. As I try to do something exercise wise more often, I’m noticing more energy. I still deal with some chronic pain, thanks to joints I’ve been really mean to over the years, but that is slowly improving. I keep warning people not to get old. It’s not for wimps.

I am going to try to do regular updates on how I’m doing, help keep me on track on my progress, and hopefully help you exercise a chuckle muscle. I started at 234, I’m down to 225. Its the  most amount of weight I’ve lost in 25 years, unless you count my ex husband. I’m in this for the long haul. Will I ever see the weight of my skinny days? I doubt it, but could I achieve pre food baby status? Eventually, hopefully.

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6 Replies to “A Bouncing Food Baby”

  1. I am right there with you, re the creeping gain. I just checked my measurements again prior to making a new dress and I’m growing, dummit. I, too, am working on tracking my food with MyFitnessPal, but it’s such a PITA. (Which reminds me, gotta get breakfast on the app). I don’t eat a lot of packaged foods and cook without recipes. And eat a lot of different foods.. So all the short cuts – not so useful. Any thoughts on how to fix that?

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  2. The creeping gains truly ARE creepy! But…the lbs can creep back off, and you’re proving to yourself. Just remember that you can do ANYTHING, therefore it stands to reason that you can do this, too. The simplest and surprisingly most effective things that I’ve found to help are to cut salt (switch to lower-sodium salt substitutes and don’t “shake” as much – Salt Sense is a great one to start with since it’s not as lowered-sodium as the others so you can’t taste the difference, then eventually go to a slightly better {even lowered sodium} one), increase liquids, up your yogurt intake (calcium, magnesium, and zinc are godsends), use only real oils/butters just in moderation (isn’t that a nasty word??), and basically otherwise eat FOR THE MOST PART what you want (except foods like white rice, white pasta, white bread/biscuits) just in….you guessed it…moderation. Getcher sleep in, too – helps to reset your body’s “apps” (plus it’s harder to raid the fridge when you’re snoozing…theoretically). Above all, don’t stress it. Work out and walk when you can, bounce your leg when you can’t (fidgeting burns a calorie or three, too), and breathe (to exhale the remnants of burnt calories, baybe!).

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  3. good on you for making the effort and not sitting back and letting even more creep on. Getting older sucks in so many ways and the thickening waistline is a nightmare for almost all of us – I’ll be following your journey with interest – especially if you discover any magic cures 🙂

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