The Weight Is Over!

Yes, the play on words is entirely intentional. My weight is over the prescribed limit that I ever thought I would see. Part of it was indeed due to pregnancy, when you are expected to gain a few pounds. But I will tell you that I followed doctor’s orders to the letter and did NOT gain more than the 18 pounds he allowed me. So the question is why I am I so…and let’s call a spade a spade here…FAT now?
There are two really poor excuses but good reasons why. One, when I started dating my future hubby, I stopped almost all semblance of sensible eating as he wined and dined me. We went to posh restaurants far and near, and indulged in every type of meat, starch, dessert and alcoholic beverage you can imagine. So it’s no wonder that the 30 pounds it took me THREE LONG ARDUOUS YEARS to take off through Wasa crackers and Bally Total Fitness came back like a charging rhino in heat—with another rhino! So to put it not so gently, I was fat before I even got pregnant.
The other reason (excuse, whatever) that I am so fat now is called postpartum. Some people get postpartum depression. But not me; instead, I came down with an extreme case of the postpartum gimmes. Gimme some cake; gimme some alcohol; gimme some tuna, of all things! All the things I was restricted to when I was pregnant and breastfeeding became non-issues the moment my son got addicted to Enfamil®. As a matter of fact, one of the first meals the nurse gave me was a tuna fish sandwich, and it was the BEST TUNA SANDWICH EVER! For those of you who have read my O Marvelous Caffeine! blog, this freedom from restriction is not new to you. But it is why I gained postpartum weight.
Now of course, my challenge is once again to lose weight. In the more immediate time frame though, I think my primary goal will just have to simply not gain anymore weight during the course of this year. Having my son and the new commute and the new house and the soon-to-be new car plus a new teaching schedule in the fall will severely hamper the time I have to get physically fit by means of exercise, so I will have to rely on curtailing my calorie intake. I said this to myself even as I grabbed the cake donut from 7-11 this morning. Apparently though, God with His infinite sense of humor decided to help me keep my word because when I got to work, I promptly picked the donut bag up upside-down, thereby making the donut roll under my chair. So all I had left to eat was a very healthy banana.