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Monday, April 9, 2012

Dear #10

get within 15 lbs of ideal weight

Dear #10,

You are officially not going to happen. In fact, I kind of hate your guts for even making it onto my decidedly joyful and fun list. You have no place here. All you do is incite anger and rebellion in my soul. Or maybe not you exactly, but what you represent.

One year ago I had a baby. My fifth baby.

After baby #1, skinny again.
After baby #2, skinny again.
After baby #3, a little thicker, but hey, I wasn't 19 anymore either.
After baby #4, target weight.

But what?

Baby #5. FATTY mcfatty pants.

Seriously. 10 lbs UP from post-partum weight.

20lbs up from pre-baby #5 weight. I gained 20 lbs in the year AFTER #4 was born. Opps.

124343 million pounds from post every other kid weight. 
No, seriously. 
55lbs people. 
That's a lot.

That's more than my seven-year old and a few pounds shy of my nine-year old.
That's my three year old and my one year old combined.

It's a lot of weight.
And it shows.
I'm officially that fat mom.

This is the part where I give my self a motivational speech and what not, but I'm just not feeling it. Instead, I'll just be pissed off and angry at you number 10. Because, clearly, it's your fault and not mine that I'm obese.

Clearly.

Okay. 40 lbs need to fall off of me in three months.

Uh, not likely.

So. 

I need to at least try (again).

My blood pressure has been in the "pre-hypertensive" range since having baby #5. I've had gestational diabetes 3 out of 5 pregnancies. My parents both died from massive heart attacks.

Diabetes and heart disease will find me.

But...I probably shouldn't be handing them a formal invitation to dinner either, huh?

Now what?

15o0 calorie days forever?
Forced exercise?

That's what it's going to take.

I don't want to be my mother. And, I'm kinda tired of my husband giving me dirty looks every time I complain about my mcfatty status as I shovel my self into big-fine-woman-size jeans.

sincerely,

mcfatty 

p.s. I refuse to become crazy. Daily effort Katie. Daily effort. No charts, online groupies, or progression pics. Just put down the food and walk away. and keep walking so it'll count as my exercise for the day.