It’s Time For ME!

I used to work out religiously.  In high school, college, when I was a newlywed, even during my first and second pregnancies. I had a gym membership that I loved, and I went religiously.  I also have weights and a treadmill at home I would use if I couldn’t get away to the gym.

But then I turned 40…and simultaneously gave birth to my 3rd child (kids, don’t try this at home).  And then I had thyroid issues.  And then I had thyroid SURGERY.  And then I had endometriosis issues.  And then I had a full hysterectomy.  And then I had intestinal surgery.  It’s been a rough 4 years…

My body was completely out of whack hormonally.  I gained weight and couldn’t lose it.  I felt ugly.  Depressed.  I had no energy.  I didn’t want to be social.

But then things changed.

I got on some good thyroid medicine and got more energy.  I made a change in my mind and decided it was time to take care of ME.

I took the first set of pictures you’ll see below last year in May.  I weighed 199 lbs.  When I gave birth to my first child I was 194 lbs.  My second child was 191.  My third child I weighed 196.  AT BIRTH.  In May of last year and I weighed 199 POUNDS and I wasn’t pregnant.  I didn’t want to ever see the 200 pound mark.

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I  joined Weight Watchers (online only, because why would I want to go anywhere?!) and started watching my food intake. Within a few months I lost 22 pounds (these are the bottom row of pictures) and I’ve maintained that weight.

Today I got my first gym membership in 5 years.

The personal trainer who walked me around showing me the gym asked, “What areas are you wanting to focus on?” I said, “Pretty much everything between my neck and ankles.”

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This is my new “BEFORE” shot that I took today.  Not bad, but not me.  So I’m on a journey to look better and feel better! I LOVE my curves and don’t plan to lose them. I wouldn’t mind losing the jiggle and the cellulite though.

So ladies (and gentlemen), please will you stand with me and be my support on this journey?  Leave a comment if you’ve struggled with your weight and what helped the most in getting it back in control!  Let’s support each other!

Oh P.S.!! This morning before I went to the gym I was coming up with a thousand excuses NOT to go! I almost didn’t do it today.  And as I was signing up for my membership, I looked over and saw an older gentleman on the exercise bike…and he had his oxygen tank with him.  I saw that and thought, “There are no more excuses!” I mean if that guy can lug his oxygen tank and tubes in with him and work out, Lord knows I can.

Let’s do this!

 

 

Where. Is. The Fish!?

This story represents a typical night in my crazy household. I don’t think this stuff happens in normal households…

My 17-year-old daughter caught a fairly large fish for her Marine Biology class’ tank. Well…sadly, it died before it got to the school, so she got a 5-gallon bucket and put the dead fish in it before she went to work tonight. I’m not totally sure why, but she left the thing in the bucket in her room.

She left her door open, and later, my 4-year-old son peeked in her room and yelled, “water is on KK’s floor!!” I ran in there and found the bucket surrounded by a hundred little wet cat paw prints. Panic began to set in as I realized there was a good-sized dead fish somewhere in my house. I yelled at the kids to look everywhere for it, and I knew we had better find it before my husband came in from the garage. He’s a sweet guy, but he’s been on a rampage about us having “too many animals” at our house (we have 2 dogs, 2 cats, 2 rabbits, a few fish, and around 20 chickens…I don’t see the problem, do you?) and this would have pushed him right over the edge.

So there were the kids and me, running around looking under the table, the desk, in the laundry room, etc. I was yelling, “Think like a cat! Where would you put a big, dead fish if you were a cat?!” After  a few minutes of tearing through the house looking, I ran into our master bedroom to find the fish there on the carpet. On my CARPETTTTTTT. I heard my husband come in from the garage, so I quickly scooped the fish up in a towel from the laundry basket and nonchalantly walked into our eldest’s room and dumped  the fish back in the bucket.

Sigh.

I put down a clean towel over the carpet where the fish was laying and so far my husband hasn’t asked why it’s there. Maybe it just blends in with all the other crap laying around our house, I don’t know. I’m trying to decide which would be less noticeable: to cut out that section of carpet or to burn the house down? I’ll figure that out in the morning. 974A71D6-FE99-490C-980C-A9DF0BDF73EA