Why is it so hard to lose that infamous belly fat – then when you finally do – it’s so easy to put it back on? You try and try to lose it, one workout at a time, and it takes months to shed. You finally get there, but if you eat the wrong thing or go eat out at a restaurant just once, then “Poof” it’s back again. Soooo, not fair!
Well, my luck with losing my belly fat occurred about two months ago, but it wasn’t completely from working out; I had been sick for three weeks and couldn’t eat much except for soup, crackers and gatorade. So, imagine my great surprise that when I was well I had noticed I lost about, ummm ten pounds (ten pounds that was needed, may I add?). When I had gone to the doctor to find out was wrong with me, their scale showed that I had lost fifteen pounds since last year. Some people might have been alarmed or aggravated, but not me sister…I was elated!!!! I went shopping for smaller jeans!!
Okay, I guess a little backgound info is in order about now…I come from a family with weight issues, and (sorry mom) but they’re mostly on my mom’s side. My grandma was heavy, my mom was when she was little, one of her sisters is heavy, and her daughter used to be until she had surgery, and so on , and so on. But you get my point…the “heaviness” genes run in my family. And, a lot of it has to do with health reasons. Well, I guess you could call it my “obsession” but I would really like to divert this curve ball that has been thrown at my family. That’s probably why I workout so much (and I’m dying here cuz I haven’t been able to go since my daughter is sick), and I eat Special K bars once a day, sometimes twice a day for breakfast and lunch. (I can just hear my best friend now!!!)
Okay, so now that that is out of the way…
When I was completely better, I started eating regular foods, and I was doing really well. Yeah, “was” is the operative word here, because “well” started turning into “not-so-well”! Shortly after I got better, it was getting time for my monthly bill to arrive! (women, we all know that bill too well!) My appetite usually gets bigger about two weeks before it comes. (yeah, I know, right?) And, it usually hits me at night, so I eat less during the day, so I can eat more at night and maybe it will balance out. This time though I ended up eating ”extra” for three weeks because it was late! Slowly, my waistline was gaining back the two inches it had lost. And, to make matters worse, my husband was coming back home for leave before going to Iraq. I wasn’t going to be able to wear the pretty Victoria’s Secret outfit he got me for my birthday without seeing the “pooch”! I was so upset; I really wanted to look good for him. I know, I know, he would think I’d look good no matter what, right? He has to though, he’s my husband!!!
Now, here it is two-and-a-half-weeks, four pounds, two- inches, and a size- 3/4 -pair- of -jeans- that- I -can’t -wear later, that I have been struggling with this belly fat problem. I guess I should just except it, but I just can’t stand the “pooch” , and most of my shirts are the fitting kind. I know I’m not heavy by no means, and I have a mother-in-law that’s always telling me to “put some meat” on my bones (yes, I have enough, thank you), and that guys don’t like skinny girls. Well, I don’t care what other “guys” think, because I’m married, and I’m not that skinny!!! I have hips…and now once again, belly fat!! Just Sharin’