Hi All. My name is Virginia. I'm 32 years old last time I checked, married to a wonderfully supportive and funny husband, and have two children: a five-year-old daughter and a three-year-old son. And, last time I checked (last month), I was 5' 3 1/2" and weighed somewhere between 135 and 145 pounds. I don't own a scale. I weigh myself in the housewares department of stores when no one is looking, or in other people's houses. Seriously.
I'm here because in my semi-adult life, I have been on both sides of the weight spectrum. I've had to shop in the petite section and pick the smallest size I could find, and I've had to shop in the misses section and pick out the largest size I could find. I've experienced both extremes in a matter of a few years. My weight fluctuations (both up and down) have depended on a few factors: severe clinical anxiety and depression, anti-depression and anti-anxiety medications, pregnancy, changes in season, a sendentary desk job, moving to a new town, and a sweet tooth that gives in to boredom and stress-induced eating.
I love to walk all over, play with my children, and even do aerobic workouts in the privacy of my own four walls. I've tried Weight Watchers and liked it just fine. Unfortunately I misplaced the organizer with all the info and charts years ago, otherwise I'd use it again. Two things that absolutely drive me nuts: cooking and working out in public.
Since I quit my office job to be a full-time mother and writer, my mood and outlook on life have climbed steadily. I have more frequent and happier days and better endurance now than I thought I would ever see again. I empathize with weight gain frustrations though. I know what it feels like to not want to move, and hardly be able to. In any given season of hanging out with family and friends, I can eaily pack the weight right back on.
I've come so far from where I've been: 189 lbs fully pregnant, somewhere around 180 right after. Right now I'm
almost satisfied with my weight. I don't feel big or ugly, just not my optimal. I'd like, if emotional and physical health allow, to look thin and toned (gasp!) and lose the rest of the desk job/anti-depressant/baby weight. It's the flab that jiggles and hangs out when my shirt shimmies up. It crawls out of my shirt and onto my arms and says "Tada! Here I am!" whenever I get my picture taken in short sleeves. It mocks me and tells me "You're approaching middle age! You don't deserve cute clothes! You're all washed up!" The trick now is maintaing the right habits to not only keep the weight off, but gain muscle. I'm fighting back against that taunting voice with a mean right hook. Or maybe just plodding along patiently on behalf of a healthy, energetic me. 'Cause it'll be fun.