Ok, so do you diet? Not me, I don’t know what I do but not much of anything if you ask me…Photo’s included & you know I rarely do this, but the proof, in the pudding people

Ok, so where was I?

Oh yea, I had like 900 paragraphs written and my computer froze up.  I don’t know if I will ever get it all told again, possible that’s a good thing.

So, here goes.

I came off the thyroid medication because Dr. Quack said my levels were normal without it.  (Don’t ask me how he knew my levels were ok without when i was still on it, but whatever).

So, here we go again, if my weight got to 200 pounds, I was going to do something about it.  But, instead, I fell in love.  My dad used to tell me, in his daily houndings, that I always gained weight when I was dating and had a boyfriend and lost when I didn’t.  Well, duh, is that not normal?  Apparently not.

One would think that our daily Burger King, Dairy Queen and other burger joint dinners every night would have struck a chord.  But, no, he just thought I was going to be like my mom’s family.  Not that my mom is overweight or ever has been.  Her max was 140, so puhleeze.  Now, my dad’s entire family were 120 or less and most of them still are for that matter.  Including the feistiest 98 pound 84 year old woman you’ve ever seen.

I was still depressed.  I was taking medication but Dr. Quack was handling and well…need I say more?

I married, it was horrible but I gained weight.  I finally gave Jenny Craig a try long enough to lose enough weight to build my confidence so I could leave an abusive crack addict husband.  Yea, so, down to like 170’ish.

Again, if I got to 200………

And I fell in love again.  This time it was to the charming Prince I have now and the weight just kept coming and coming and then, I got pregnant.

Great, now I am pregnant, I can eat anything I want because, hey I am pregnant….except I had hyperemesis (which is probably spelled wrong but the most important part is……I puked, and I puked and I puked some more.  When I finished, I went and puked again.)  I was 3 months along, pushing 190 pounds and my 78 year old grammy insisted that I needed to lose some weight before I had a baby.  Hahaha, I was pregnant, I could go eat anything I wanted…hold on while I go puke, be right back.

From the first positive pregnancy test, the first puking and all the way to the puking as they were rolling me down the hall to the OR for a C-section, I had lost 30 pounds I had a c-section and left the hospital down 20 more pounds.  Whooo hoooo ack.

Guess what I was doing on the day of my first born child’s first birthday?  I was sitting on the sofa stuffing my face with a cupcake and crying because….I had gained the entire 50 pounds back.

No, kidding……….what else?  Next Post

Age 40

Age 30

And, Dear Me,

Lose Weight – or find a picture from when you were 20 and keep pretending.