Let me introduce myself, dear friends. My name is Sydney, I’m a newlywed woman from a small town in Pennsylvania. I have a small home, a wonderful, handsome and funny husband and a shelter dog who is our fur baby. I like to think I’m crafty, although I couldn’t draw a decent looking stick figure to save my life. I love to cook, but I’m no expert. And I like to read, but I never have the time.
So, what is five years later, you ask? Well, it’s the bottom of the rabbit hole. The hard, cold, painful bottom of the hole. Five and a half years ago, I met my husband. We were young, carefree, oh and skinny. So skinny (although I never thought of myself as skinny, I was the fat girl). My weight in May of 2008 was 150 to 155 lbs. Was I fat? No! I was a healthy size 8/medium. My husband (boyfriend at the time) ate big meals. Back then, he was 164 lbs, which was freakishly skinny for him (but I didn’t notice then. He looked normal, looking back in time at old pictures, we decided he was too thin and frail looking at 164 lbs). Where are we now? Well, my husband now weights 196 lbs, has a little belly and chipmunk cheeks. Otherwise, he isn’t fat or heavy looking. I see most of the weight gain in his face and if he lost 15 lbs he would look like a new man. Geeze, what I would do to lose 15 lbs.
Now it’s my turn. I am fat, let’s face it. A rolly-polly fat wife weighing in at 212 lbs today. Ouch. Last time it was 207. Where is this all coming from? Well, I know it started when I met my husband back in 2008. I am not blaming him, please don’t get the wrong idea! I blame myself, 98% of this is all my fault. Not 100%, no, and I’ll get to that later. It all started when we went on “dates” and went to the bar. You might see yourself doing (or have done) what I did back then. I would order what he ordered at a restaurant. I would eat what he ate . Sounds normal, right? Wrong! I was eating big man sized portions of food that made me gain weight. It started with 15 lbs in the first six months. I was eating his calories (3,000/day maybe). He was a man, he burned those calories off just by breathing and existing. We all know it’s much harder for a woman to burn calories. When we went out for a night of fun and drinking, my hangover cure the next day was a McDonald’s breakfast sandwich with two hashbrowns and a large orange juice. Or otherwise if it was past noon, I would just eat an entire medium sized Pizza Hut chicken supreme pizza. It just got ridiculous! And the more food I ate, the more I wanted to eat again later. It all started with the first 15 lbs.
Fast forward 57 lbs later. FIFTY SEVEN. Hello! Wake up call, Sydney! My dog weighs 58 lbs. My sweet, shelter puppy that we rescued from a cruel world. She is a spoiled pile of 58 furry pounds. I picked her up so I can feel how hard it is to carry 58 lbs on my body. Holy. Crap. I’m caving under the weight from her. Therefore, I’m caving under the weight of myself, right? I am carrying around 57 EXTRA pounds. My bones, my joints, my organs must HATE me at this point. What am I doing to myself? I’m sorry, self!
Here is my goal. This is long term, of course. I have a goal in mind, but it’s really a life goal. I want to be healthy, happy and damnit I want to be sexy! My goal is to lose 57 pounds in six months. I have the tools I need to get there. I can do this! Right? Yes, I can. I have to. It’s roughly ten pounds per month. That’s very doable. I have to give it 100% of my effort 100% of the time. No more late night snacks, no more garbage food. I will feel and look better every step of the way. I want to change my life for everyone around me but most of all, for myself. It’s time for a newer, better, healthier and happier life. It’s time for change. I’m crawling out of this creepy rabbit hole. I want to be back up in the meadow, soaking up the sun. I want to enjoy fitness, eating and living. Let’s get started. Let’s do this!
Size 8 Please! 