It’s totally not me. I hear it from time to time though. My situation is pretty weird. I am the chubby girl from elementary school…after that, all the way through middle school and high school, and all of the way through early adulthood. I lost a little of the chubby right before I got pregnant with the twins, then I was pregnant twice in a row. After I delivered my youngest daughter, I weighed over two hundred pounds.
All of that time I was never obese, I was merely overweight. I loathed exercise, and I loved to eat and eat. It is definitely in my genes. My parents tried to restrict my diet when I was young; they tried to encourage me to get exercise and to be active. I just resented it…resented it big time. I think that I even rebelled against their efforts. I was miserable because of it. Most little girls out there, and teenaged girls, have adorable little teeny tiny bodies. They get so many years to enjoy being cute and flirty and skinny and I couldn’t. I was the odd man out.
I am now too, but for a different reason. I am absolutely not skinny. I might look a little athletic, but I will never be a skinny girl. I will never have that kind of long legs or long middle. I am German; built strong and sturdy like my ancestors. I am incredibly happy with my body at this point in my life. I am proud of the way that it looks, and I love the way that it feels. I am left at a complete loss for words when other women meet me, look immediately at my waist, and say: “You had twins?”
Well yeah, I did. Somewhere along the line, after my youngest was born I just decided that I wanted it. I decided that I was going to figure out how to lose the weight, because I was not going to live the rest of my life at two hundred pounds. Once I got going and I decided I could do it, I figured out that I liked to exercise and that I was good at it. I kept going and here I am.
I certainly can’t eat whatever I want. For a long time I cut the carbs in my diet severely. Now that I metabolize pretty well, I eat carbs, but always in tiny portions. I have a gluten intolerance, so it’s necessary for me to avoid wheat, oats, rye, and barley. Believe me though; it is just as easy to get fat on potatoes, corn, rice, and ice cream. I am a great cook and my husband is a restaurant manager. My dad was a chef and I adore food. I keep it in check because it is important to me. I know that if I eat whatever I want I am going to blow up like a hot air balloon.
When I started working out, I was doing fifty minute Pilates videos at home every single day. I think that in the course of two years I missed only a handful of days due to sickness or vacation. I dropped back on that after a couple years to where I was working out three or four days a week. Then, earlier this year, I figured out that I could actually run and speed walk, which I have never been any good at before. Just recently, I discovered that I could stick to a routine of doing laps in the pool as well. Now, between the laps and the running, I work out five to six days a week. It only takes twenty to thirty minutes, it makes me crazy sore, and I love it.
It is a little strange to be experiencing the female thing backward. So many of my friends are having babies now. I almost feel badly because they are stuck tending to the needs of their little ones twenty-four hours a day, and I am having a love affair with my fitness routine. I make my kids ride their bikes along with me when I run. It means a lot to me…I never got to have a nice figure before. It is possible that it’s hereditary. I have a father with whom I share a metabolism, insane love of food, and my gluten intolerance. He is in his sixties and he still cycles, even after recovering from a terrible injury several years ago. I am going to keep at it. It is going to be awesome to still be going as strong as my dad is when I am sixty. After all of those years of my life, I just needed a little change in thinking to change me entirely.