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For those of you that haven’t been around since the beginning, you may not know that this little blog of mine actually started in 2010 as a healthy living and weight loss blog. And before that, I was blogging (privately) on a well-known weight loss website.
I had great feedback over there and a lot of those people pushed me to start a “real” blog. And I did, and here I am (thanks, guys)! Seven years ago, I lost quite a bit of weight (50+ pounds), but more importantly than that number, I learned how to cook and eat wholesome foods. I learned how to take care of my body through physical activity. And I learned how important it was to care for myself spiritually, mentally, and emotionally as well.
As the number on the scale crept down, I started to realize just how personal weight is, and how it’s so much less amount the number, and so much more about feeling. I soon abandoned the mostly arbitrary goal weight of 150 I had set for myself, and set out to find a weight that made me happy. A weight where my knees didn’t hurt anymore (bad knees run in my family), where I could drink beer and eat chocolate, and where I didn’t have to workout two hours a day or obsess over the scale.
There is a lot of propaganda out there that could make it easy to think you should be this size or this weight or feel this way about your body, but that’s just not the belief I subscribe to. I think there are just as many beautiful, healthy, strong, and empowered people at 330 pounds as there are at 130 pounds and 30 pounds (shout out to my 2 1/2 year old). To me, weight is not an indicator of anything other than exactly what it is—your weight.
Over the next few years, my weight fluctuated from 205 (so hard for me to maintain—basically raw kale at every meal and an hour of tabata sprints everyday) to 235 (ow, my knees again). And finally, in 2013, I realized that I had reached my happy weight without even knowing it. Somewhere between 215-220 is this magic land where my knees don’t yell at me, and I can still eat bacon. It’s where my body naturally “sits” when it comes to weight. And it feels awesome.
Around that time, I spoke with my doctor about this—specifically, if she was worried that my happy weight is a good 60-70 pounds more than what the charts say I should be—and she basically laughed and said, “Are you moving every day? Are you eating vegetables? Do you feel good about yourself? If so, I’m fine. Go be you.” It was awesome. So I did. I maintained in that 220 range for almost two years, and I felt great—emotionally and physically. And then, I went and got knocked up