I never gained the Freshman Fifteen, you know the 15 pounds women tend to pack on their first year of college because they’re living on pizza, beer, and powdered donuts from the corner gas station.
No, I waited until after Miss A was born and my metabolism dropped off the face of the earth. Or maybe it’s just because I started blogging that year. Ahem. I’m sure there is NO correlation.
At one point this summer I was inching in steadily on gaining almost 15 pounds over the course of 5 years. 15 pounds in 5 years. Maybe that doesn’t sound like a lot to you, but these were stealth pounds slowly and methodically attaching themselves to my rear end. And no, I don’t consider myself overweight and I am a fairly petite person, but honestly FIFTEEN POUNDS IN FIVE YEARS?! When you’re 5 foot 2 that is just a considerable amount of weight to distribute. Also? I wasn’t about to start buying bigger size clothing.
I’ve been trying to exercise more this summer and watching what I eat sort of half heartedly (oh I’ll have a burger and not a cheeseburger, yawn) but the real clincher was when I saw myself being interviewed on TV last month.
Let me tell ya’ll, vanity hath no fury like a woman who sees her tired, puffy self on TV. (Oh darn…the video is no longer online.)
I have kicked up the exercise a notch, walking in the mornings and night, and I’ve been counting calories. Wow it turns out that actually eating LESS and exercising MORE works. What a novel concept!
I weighed this morning and I’m down 6 pounds.
Take that Forty Fifteen!