New Motivation

There are “apple shaped” people.  There are dreaded “pear shapes” too.  My shape?  Bun-in-the-oven.  For real.  I’m one of those chicks who always looks just slightly pregnant.  You think I’m kidding?  Check out the birthday card my daughter, Rylee, made for me last year.

Note:  At the time of this drawing no babies had been swimming inside my womb for at least 2 1/2 years.  Also, I have no idea what spiders have to do with my birthday but she was only four when she drew it, so back off, ok? 😉

The pregnancy looking thing is genetic on my father’s side.  The Vikings must have needed the fat storage for long trips on the sea to pillage distant lands and my body never got the tweet that we have grocery stores now and there is no need to make my stomach a holding station for unused energy.  *Sigh*

If you’ve been reading this blog you know I’ve been in an epic battle since Halloween, fighting the “pound of flesh” holiday weight gain that most adults get between Thanksgiving and New Years.  (Being an overachiever, I get a head-start on this weight gain and start excessive eating around mid-October.)  But not this year!  No!  I vowed to fight it!  Came up with strategies to avoid overeating at parties.  Found “clean eating” chocolate chip quinoa cookie recipes.  Read about Japanese psychologist theories of the 1920’s and tried to apply them to my life.

And still I gained weight.

I’m now down to 117.  I only have one more pound to go.  There is also only one day left in the year.  Hmmmpf.

I had mentally let myself off the hook when I smelled my husband cooking the bacon.  After all, I’m going to be training for the Texas Shredder.  I know that I will be back to my competitive weight by April.  So who cares if I gained one pound over the holidays?  Last year I was 150 pounds with 29% body fat (which, not to brag but, is borderline obese,) so I was smacking my lips getting ready for some bacon before booty camp.

And then it happened.  “Mommy, what’s in your belly?  Do I have a sister in there?”

Fuck.

So I’m eating my Old Fashioned oatmeal and egg whites and pouting about it right now.

How about you?  Where do you gain your weight?  Did anyone ever ask you if you were pregnant when you weren’t?

Lisa

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