Why is it that everything that makes me happy also makes me fat?
Below is a picture of me in High School. Well, technically, it is a picture of a picture. There I am with my friend Jennie. I'm on the left. I suppose I am wearing a tankini and short shorts because we were at Magic Mountain and we went on water rides. I know I look a little trailer-parkish, but look at how skinny I am!
...except for my arms of course. I've always had meaty upper arms. I blame it on the year of gymnastics I took in fourth grade.
I looked like that for years. I went on every diet I heard of to keep myself looking good. I also made sure I was active. Running, dancing, Tae Bo-ing. I was always trying, and it always paid off.
This next shot is of me in a play right before I got pregnant with number one.
Again... I feel like I look good here. And maybe you have to click on the images to really tell, I don't know.
Those were the good old days. Now I am about twenty pounds heavier, and two kids richer. My kids make me so happy. They also made me fat.
Having kids has been hard on my body. I have to literally starve myself if I want to lose weight. And starving makes me very sad. Not to mention short tempered and basically useless. Working out like a crazy person doesn't do it for me anymore, I have to eat like a hibernating bear without the benefit of being able to sleep for months at a time.
You know what makes me happy? Bread and other normal foods.
You know what makes me fat? Bread and other normal foods.
I don't drink soda. I don't drink alcohol. I don't drink juice. I don't eat a ton of candy or sweets and I don't eat chips or lots of processed foods. I like salad. I like soup. I like sandwiches and green beans and cereal and the occasional bowl of ice-cream.
Why is it that I know people who never work out but look fantastic?
Why is it that I know people who eat candy and junk for every meal and they are WAY skinnier than me?
I know the answer to these questions.
It is because life is not fair.