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| Oh to be 19 again.... |
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The girl above was me during a beautiful time. I was newly married and
trying for a baby. 5'5 130 lbs:) I didn't really work out, besides a run
here and there, and I could put away a medium pizza without trying. I
didn't know it at the time, but I would regret not taking advantage of
those simple joys.
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During my pregnancy we had a few scares, wasn't putting on enough
weight, and may lose the baby a few times. So as you can see, my husband
made it his mission to feed me steak and potatoes lol When we went to
pick up my mother from the airport for the birth, she shouted out from
across the tarmac "Michelle! Are you having twins?,! You are huge!" Not
only was I embarrassed (thanks ma) but hurt as well. You see, my
nickname growing up was "Flaca" which means "skinny" in Spanish. I
realized with that simple statement that not only would weight loss be
hard, but I knew things would
NEVER be the same. I was
scared. This picture was taken the day before he was born, looking back on it I had a reason to worry.
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| Three months old, nursing, and depressed.... |
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That tiny person was my reason to live and wake each and every day. My
husband left two month prior for Afghanistan. I was ALONE, Nursing every
2 hours,
and couldn't look at my self in the mirror. But I felt calm and
collected when I held him, kissed him, and smelled my small package of
joy. I knew I would eventually get through it. I didn't leave the house.
I stay just in case I got a call, email, or IM. It was hard, but my
sole focus was my husband and snack size version of my husband. I stayed
at 160lbs...
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| Our first Thanksgiving as a family... |
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That smile you see was genuine. My king, best friend, and lover was
behind that camera. He was in one piece, smiling, and giggling cause our
son was on his leg. When he arrived home he said I was beautiful.
He made me feel as if I could weigh (literally) a ton and love me the
same. He wanted me happy and healthy, plain and simple. I realized I
wasn't just his wife I was the mother of HIS son. I didn't want to lose
weight for him or for anyone. Just for myself.
Today:
As for today, I work out four to five times a week, I'm not where I would love to be, but I just want to be able to outrun Zombies if the world does come to an end at the end of this year. My husband still calls me beautiful (and other perverted things) and he taught our son to call me "pweety" lol I feel good, and happy. 15lbs left to go. I can do it:) plus there's a Military Ball coming up that I want to rock at :D
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