Dreamer
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Sometimes I have a hard time keeping a balance about things, especially thoughts about my weight. For instance, when I first met Jim, (my loving husband; we were married on March 28, 2004)---I asked him if he thought I should lose weight. At that time, I weighed about 125 and was somewhere between a size 8 and a size 10. He said, sort of distractedly, "Oh, I guess you could stand to lose ten pounds."
Well, it turned out I really fell for Jim. And, yeah, he fell for me too. We didn't live in the same town, so could only see each other for dates on weekends and talked on the phone every day. And I began dieting rigorously. Running was something I did alot as a teenager and younger adult, so I started running miles at a time, eating very small portions of fruit and vegetable soup---and within a month I had lost 20 pounds and gone down to a size 4. Sometimes the size 4's were too big and I had to get a 3. I am small-boned and 5'2".
Well, we got married, and he started to watch what I was eating. "You are not eating enough," he'd say. He'd come home from work and ask my daughter what and how much I ate that day. I heard them talking once and heard my daughter say that my ribs were sticking out and she was worried about me. (She was only 11 at the time.)
I could not understand what they were talking about. I looked in the mirror, and to me, I could still stand to lose at least 5 more pounds, if not more.
After awhile, I started to concentrate on just keeping in good physical shape. Jim and I ran together 3 or 4 times a week, and I did aerobics and floor exercises at home occasionally. The weight stayed off, I didn't even have to work at it. Wonderful, and I felt so healthy. We ate healthy, and I learned to not undereat---or overeat.
Eight months after we were married, Jim was deployed to Iraq with the Army National Guard. Two weeks after he left for Fort Sil, I discovered I was pregnant, at age 44! This was a real blessing, and quite a shock. I was attending the University of Tenn. full time, majoring in education. LOL, it was at the clinic at the college where they did the pregnancy test. LOL, the nurses were so glad I was happy to be pregnant. Most of the clinic patients at the college are not at all thrilled to hear of their pregnancy, unfortunately.
Then to tell Jim. That was the fun part. Except, he was real, real busy and kept not calling me day after day! Finally, I called one of the other wives and told her, "When your husband calls you today, tell him to tell Jim to call his wife!" He called. I said, "Are you sitting down?" (Jim is 10 years older than me and has a 35 yr. old daughter and a 28 year old son, praise God.)
He was very, very happy and me too, but to make a long story short and to keep to this subject of physical fitness....while I was getting very, very happy, I was also becoming very, very fat! Do you know I gained 45 pounds during my pregnancy? Ouch!
My little guy is 5 months old now. And the scales just won't move. I stay right at 130 no matter what I do. I've been training for a 5 K, in fact it is this Saturday morning at the YMCA. I will be excited just to finish it. But I can't help but wonder how many other women in the age 40 - 49 bracket are going to run???? Oh, well, at least I know I'll get a t-shirt, because I registered early. I will let you guys know if I win a medal!
Jim says he doesn't care if I'm fat! In other words, he's coming home to me whether I'm fat or not, lol! He's gained weight this year, too, he has said.
He said we can run and jump rope and work out together. Besides, he loves to cook homemade soup and that will help me keep my weight down.
I miss...being slim. I liked feeling good...and looking good. Is that wrong?
Sincerely,
Dreamer
Well, it turned out I really fell for Jim. And, yeah, he fell for me too. We didn't live in the same town, so could only see each other for dates on weekends and talked on the phone every day. And I began dieting rigorously. Running was something I did alot as a teenager and younger adult, so I started running miles at a time, eating very small portions of fruit and vegetable soup---and within a month I had lost 20 pounds and gone down to a size 4. Sometimes the size 4's were too big and I had to get a 3. I am small-boned and 5'2".
Well, we got married, and he started to watch what I was eating. "You are not eating enough," he'd say. He'd come home from work and ask my daughter what and how much I ate that day. I heard them talking once and heard my daughter say that my ribs were sticking out and she was worried about me. (She was only 11 at the time.)
I could not understand what they were talking about. I looked in the mirror, and to me, I could still stand to lose at least 5 more pounds, if not more.
After awhile, I started to concentrate on just keeping in good physical shape. Jim and I ran together 3 or 4 times a week, and I did aerobics and floor exercises at home occasionally. The weight stayed off, I didn't even have to work at it. Wonderful, and I felt so healthy. We ate healthy, and I learned to not undereat---or overeat.
Eight months after we were married, Jim was deployed to Iraq with the Army National Guard. Two weeks after he left for Fort Sil, I discovered I was pregnant, at age 44! This was a real blessing, and quite a shock. I was attending the University of Tenn. full time, majoring in education. LOL, it was at the clinic at the college where they did the pregnancy test. LOL, the nurses were so glad I was happy to be pregnant. Most of the clinic patients at the college are not at all thrilled to hear of their pregnancy, unfortunately.
Then to tell Jim. That was the fun part. Except, he was real, real busy and kept not calling me day after day! Finally, I called one of the other wives and told her, "When your husband calls you today, tell him to tell Jim to call his wife!" He called. I said, "Are you sitting down?" (Jim is 10 years older than me and has a 35 yr. old daughter and a 28 year old son, praise God.)
He was very, very happy and me too, but to make a long story short and to keep to this subject of physical fitness....while I was getting very, very happy, I was also becoming very, very fat! Do you know I gained 45 pounds during my pregnancy? Ouch!
My little guy is 5 months old now. And the scales just won't move. I stay right at 130 no matter what I do. I've been training for a 5 K, in fact it is this Saturday morning at the YMCA. I will be excited just to finish it. But I can't help but wonder how many other women in the age 40 - 49 bracket are going to run???? Oh, well, at least I know I'll get a t-shirt, because I registered early. I will let you guys know if I win a medal!
Jim says he doesn't care if I'm fat! In other words, he's coming home to me whether I'm fat or not, lol! He's gained weight this year, too, he has said.
He said we can run and jump rope and work out together. Besides, he loves to cook homemade soup and that will help me keep my weight down.
I miss...being slim. I liked feeling good...and looking good. Is that wrong?
Sincerely,
Dreamer
