I didn’t have the kids this weekend and my days consisted largely of one giant To Do list, which doesn’t make for fun pictures for you today, although there are a few at the end. But how about we talk tonight? About defining moments. You game?
When I was a kid, I was as skinny as Nick and Madeline, and I remember my pediatrician saying that I had to gain weight. By the time I got to high school, I had caught up, and was then faced with having to lose a few extra pounds. I remember my father getting after me, telling me that it was only five or ten pounds, and to just get on the ball and take care of it then before it got to be more. Of course I didn’t listen.
When I got married, I purposely bought my wedding dress two sizes smaller, to give myself a goal for the big day. I bartered with a local personal trainer and lost 30 pounds in roughly two months. I felt amazing. I felt like a new person. I remember people asking me then … do you think you’re going to stick with it? I thought at the time that was a silly question. Of course I would! It wasn’t a diet. I had made a lifestyle change. It was as much a part of me as anything else. And then I went on our honeymoon. Came back to work. Got swept up in life stuff and forgot about what was important. Taking care of me.
The weight crept on again, and I was right back where I started. Then add in pregnancies, stress of carrying two houses on more than one occasion, you name it, it distracted me. Even though I wasn’t focused on it, it was never far from my mind. Truth be told, I thought (and now think) about it on a daily basis. But I just couldn’t get myself back on the program. Get myself back to where I was. To that feeling. That feeling of being invincible. Then this January came. And something clicked. I had a defining moment.