Buckle Jeans

For as long as I and pictures can remember, I have never really been a gal of small stature. Born at 9lb 6ounces, it almost seemed that my genetics doomed me from the start.

I never really knew I was taller/bigger than most girls my age until I reached middle school. Now, it wasn’t that I was overweight by sight, it was just that I was a “solid” girl (or so my pediatrician put it). I was a solid girl who could easily tip the scale than some of my good friends, at least 20lbs less than me.

Now I wasn’t a couch potato, no sir. I was super active. I played on Richfield Elementary’s basketball, volleyball and softball teams. I was usually one of the MVP on the team, probably due to my coordination and crazy height combo.

However, once I got my first period, the growing stopped. I was 12 and 5’6, 125lbs. And just like that, I didn’t grow a freckle more.

Fast forward to high school. There I became aware that I was not thin by any standards. Sophomore year I was sick of it and wanted to be better. I was a member of the swim team and softball team, in the off-season what better way to train than run.

And so my passion for running began. Much to my surprise, that summer before Junior year I dropped 30 lbs. It. was. amazing. I was no longer chunky, in fact, I looked great. Sadly though I seriously cut calories and for a year didn’t eat pizza. No joke.

When I got to college I met Greg. And wow, he loved me just how I was. I was 150lbs, able to run 3 miles a day, and in love. My sophomore year of college I joined the cross-country  and track teams. Never running competitively before I realized that I had crazy endurance and competed in the 10k on the outdoor track every meet. It was loonnnggg and nuts, but I loved it.

When I got married, I looked like this:

Except for my non-baby producing zero chub waist, I was 150lbs and happy.

The day before I had Morgan, I weighed 212lbs! (She was 9.11lbs)

The day before Shelby I was 215lbs!
(She was 9.8lbs)

And the day before Brooke I weighed 210lbs (she was 3wks early thank goodness).

Man. I was a monster.

It has been a long four years of nursing, making babies and not working out. In October, I started my gym membership, which includes free childcare, and make sure I get there 3 days a week minimum. Honestly, it takes a lot to get everyone there, when they are all happy, and if I go 5 days a week I feel ridiculously guilty.

I give myself a 3 mile run, 3 days a week. When it gets warmer out, I will hopefully run outside more before Greg goes to work and the kids wake up. But until then, I will be proud that I just bought a pair of Buckle Jeans and actually didn’t have to get the biggest size there! In fact I over-guessed twice and now, I’m even more proud to wear them.

In September I weighed 182lbs.

Today, I weigh 158lbs.

And hopefully soon enough I will reach my goal of 150lbs. Right where I was when I got married.

I cannot believe it. Brings me to tears as I never thought I’d ever be close to that number again.

So here’s to hopefully loosing my baby chub that seems to have the hardest time disappearing. However, did you see those pictures above! I guess I have a reason to have the chub left over!!

And in the words of my friend Beth:

‘You can either look like a goddess or have your kid’s look up to you like a goddess."