I am part of a group on Facebook that focuses on healthier eating, lifestyle & exercise. The people in there are truly inspirational as they train for marathons, shed the pounds, discover new ways to better themselves, etc.
The best part of the group is the support. Each post, each person gets plenty of encouragement, whether the post is about an accomplishment, a failure or a question. Is it any wonder I love being part of it?
My assumption is that weight loss is in the Top 10 New Year’s Resolutions that people make each year. Last year and the year before, my resolutions were to lose the weight that I gained over the course of my first two pregnancies (a total weight gain of 110 pounds). There were only about 5-6 months between my pregnancies (the girls were born 14 months apart), so I didn’t have the opportunity to lose the weight I put on before the next baby was on the way.
Although I can’t do much about workouts until after baby #3 arrives, I can still offer support and encouragement to those who support me in all aspects of life.
So this is my big, shining moment, to offer my blog followers & twitter friends this bit of weight loss inspiration…
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And I don’t mean that I have lost weight and should be inspiring people around the world to do what I have done… because that would lead to everyone gaining a total of 130 pounds rapidly over the course of 2 pregnancies and then taking way too long to even start losing it.
Last night, as I ached and griped and whined, I watched the Biggest Loser. I spent about 3/4 of the show dreaming about gooey, fresh-out-of-the-oven brownies. I imagined myself eating a whole pan of said-brownies and then running on a treadmill for three days so as to not gain weight.
But, I had the restraint to skip the brownies.
Okay, fine, I’ll admit, it wasn’t restraint, seeing as 1. I was sick and probably wouldn’t have been able to stomach the brownies and 2. we have no brownie mix.
But oh, they sound so good. Almost good enough for me to convince my sweet and extremely handsome husband to go to the store and buy brownie mix even though he’s not feeling great and is enduring the 3-day-diet without me.
Oh. I forgot about the 3-day-diet until I was typing that. Nuts. (Ooh, nuts would go well in the brownies!)
This is not the way I thought the 3-day-diet would go… I figured I’d lose another 8 pounds this week and feel amazing and proud, then eat brownies and gain 2 pounds back and feel like crap. But no, I’m sick and and desperately imagining warm chocolate nutty brownies that I technically could eat since I’m not on the diet but shouldn’t eat because I need to lose weight.
Incidentally, I have lost 75 pounds since Harper was born. I still have at least 40 pounds to go though. Sigh.
Oh, brownies. How I pine for you.