Something’s Gotta Give

Something’s gotta give. The something is me…and the give is carbs. Let me rephrase that; bad carbs. I have been doing exceptionally well following my calorie intake and keeping it within my specified range, BUT I still eat white pasta, white bread etc. That’s about to be a thing of the past.

When I was pregnant with my son and had gestational diabetes, I followed the diabetic diet (gestational diet is a tad different than type 2 etc) and only ate multi-grain bread, brown rice etc. My body reacted very well to this, so hopefully this will be a step in the right direction for me. I have this psychological issue that makes me feel like I am sabotaging my hard work every time I eat bad carbs (but I continue to do it. I must be a glutton for punishment). Maybe it’s not really psychological…maybe it’s fo’ real.

  

I had my first “bad, bad, terrible eating” day on Tuesday and I felt so guilty and disgusted with myself. Took the kiddos to Ci Ci’s pizza…ALL you can eat buffet doesn’t exactly sound like a place someone such as myself should be going to. Welp, I did just that. I ate allllll that I could. It was glorious pretending I had the metabolism of a cheetah. Afterwards, I felt like I did a disservice to myself. And I did. Then, I did it again on Friday...this time it was a date night meal of a beef brisket sandwich, frys, a shared peach cobbler and a beer. Oh Em Gee. I almost died. I was so sick to my stomach. Another harsh lesson learned on this journey; major cheat days are not worth it, to me at least.

As I approach the 2 month mark into my journey, I feel it’s time to post some “before” pics. I should have done this in the very beginning, but if you follow me on IG or FB you’ll notice, I’m not one for selfies or pics of myself in this physical state. What is seen on the outside is not how I feel on the inside, and I am very thankful for that. 

 

This was taken the other day. I am going to go ahead and say it...I have a boobie-do (my stomach sticks out further than my boobies-do) HAHA and I am ashamed.  This ain't cute and is only considered to be ok if you are pregnant or have a medical condition that is out of your control. I mean, I do have a medical condition but it won't cause this kinda stomach. This is called the "ive given birth to 3 chaps and two of those were 10lbs or more." I have to find something to blame it on, because lack of physical activity and laziness just doesn't cut it...right? no? ok, I was lazy.

These were taken the year before I became pregnant with my first child. After having her I pretty much got back down to this size for a short time. Please excuse the poor picture quality and odd choice of Halloween costume...so it's not just when I'm overweight, i've never really been one for photos of myself.

In a way, I feel like I am starting over, but not actually starting over...just adjusting my intake. On top of the awesome butt-kicking I receive at Next Level 3-4 times a week, I will be adding in walking to my daily routine. This NC weather is working in my favor for this to happen. I draw the line at trekking around the block in cold temps...my lungs can only take so much! Of you see me laid up in a ditch in my neighborhood, just leave me there...I'll probably need a lil nap before it's all said and done. Here goes nothing...

-Erica