It is day 23 of BlogFest 2012! Stuart of 4 a Better Life is our host for today’s writing prompt!
When I was growing up I was always thin. Even in my 20’s and early 30’s I was pretty thin. I met the man of my dreams. He is my best friend and the best thing that has happened to my life before or since. I was enjoying life. When we first married I had three surgeries in close succession. I said goodbye to my gallbladder, my tonsils, and then had endometriosis removed. I also managed to sustain a concussion. It was an eventful first year to say the least.
As I began to feel better and I reveled in true happiness I began to gain weight. It wasn’t so bad at first as I was too skinny from not feeling well for so long. The weight seemed to creep on without me really noticing it. Then I got pregnant. Since a person is supposed to gain weight while pregnant, I paid little mind to it. I was feeding my baby. The only problem was once I had my baby, I still looked huge. It was not supposed to happen that way at all. I lost some weight, but have never seen my pre-pregnancy weight again. All of sudden I was over weight with cow udders for b00bs and a pointed bubble butt a$$. I woke up and discovered I was fat and had no clue what the hell to do about it. I had never had the problem before. I had always been too skinny, and then all of a sudden I was enormous. Granted I still could find people on the street bigger than me but that was little consolation.
At the time my Dad had his stroke he liked to call me Crisco. I get the reference. He considered me a lard a$$ and even though I know he was teasing me, the reference hurt. While he was in the hospital I was under so much stress keeping on top of taking care of my daughter, husband, and him that I paid little never mind to me. One day I went to see my dad in the hospital and showed him how without a belt my pants literally fell off my a$$. He smiled his lopsided grin and told me Crisco had left the building and to pull up my pants. I did just that.
After my Dad died, the weight silently crept back on. A year later, I was pregnant with my son and trying desperately not to gain any more weight than I absolutely had to. The result was that after I had my son, it actually looked like I had given birth which was a good thing. Seven years have passed and since then the pounds have crept back on. One day I had a medical emergency and went to the emergency room where it was discovered I was suffering from severe hypertension.
I followed up with my doctor and was prescribed blood pressure medication and put on a strict diet. It was a wake up call and I have followed the diet religiously since. The weight loss has been slow going but sure. As of today I am down 28 pounds and wonders of wonders, for the first time in over 12 years I can look down and actually see my toes!!! Hello toes! It has been a long time! I am so glad to see you! I will continue to follow my diet hell come high water, and hopefully I will convince this thing called obesity to creep away. I was hoping that if I didn’t eat as much while pregnant the baby would eat up my a$$ and I would be amazingly thin when all was said and done. Things just didn’t work out that way. That’s life until next time when I give you another glimpse into the life of a trucker’s wife.