I workout several times a week pushing myself to my limits with each workout. I can easily lift 30lbs in dumb bells, I can press together 190lbs with the hip abducture, squat press 80lbs, and leg press 500lbs. My arms are strong, my core is strong, and my legs are powerful! I am fit, fat, and fabulous!
I am working to shed my coat of fat. I have been working at it since I put the coat on almost 5 years ago. I gained 100 lbs when I was pregnant with my first child. 100 lbs. Let that sink in for a moment. He was my first child. I thought you were supposed to eat for two, I thought that working out wasn't safe during pregnancy, and I quit working to be a stay at home (expecting) mother. Those three factors played a huge roll in my excessive weight gain. I relished every moment of lazily laying on the couch catching up on Real Housewives season one to infinity! I enjoyed eating unhealthy foods "because I'm eating for two"! I happily lounged in my ever expanding yoga pants, because it was what made the baby comfy! I was not fit or fabulous!
As soon as I had my baby, I looked in the mirror and did not recocognize myself. My body was lumpy in places I had never seen lumps, I was exhausted from caring for a newborn that seemed to never sleep. I was ugly. I was sad that I felt ugly, but the truth was ugly staring back at me. I was not fabulous, but vowed to get fit! I got a gym membership that had a childcare provided, started working out again, my baby started sleeping through the night, and I started feeling a little better about myself. I put in some serious work at the gym. I lost 0 pounds. Zero. Zilch. Nadda. I was fit and fat but not fabulous.
When my son was 11 months old I got pregnant again. I had extreme morning sickness. I threw up on average 6-10 times a day from 6 weeks until I gave birth to her at 39 weeks. It was a hard pregnancy because I was so exhausted from constantly throwing up, never having food in my stomach, and taking care of a toddler! I felt like a starving model with no brain cells. My reflection, in the mirror, told another story. Thankfully, I didn't gain any weight with my second pregnancy. None at all. She was 9lbs at birth and healthy as could be. I had a much easier recovery from my second delivery than my first, so I was back at the gym 2 weeks after I popped her out. I was determined. Determined to lose all the weight I was still carrying around 2 years later from my first child! I was determined to shed the coat of fat. I picked of the dumb bells, I climbed on the elliptical, and I squated my heart out. I was fit and fat but not fabulous.
I was ready for a make over! For the last two years I had given up. I wore clothes that weren't flattering, I didn't do my make up with care, I hardly ever did my hair, so I looked as bad on the outside as I felt on the inside. I decided then and there that it didn't matter what the scale said, I was going to be fabulous. Just because the scale screamed "I don't go this high! Get off before you break me!" I wasn't going to let that bring me down. I pulled my hair straightener out and blew off the proverbial dust, treated myself to all new makeup, and bought some flattering and beautiful dresses and cute workout clothes. I am a girly girl. I always have been, but outgrowing all my pre-baby clothing kind of sent me down a dark path of frump. I never want to go back to frumpy dumpy new-mom me. I am fit, fat, and fabulous.
Just because I am fat, doesn't mean I can't be fit or fabulous! I workout, do my make up, curl my hair, get my nails done every now and then, and wear cute clothes. Fabulous comes in all sizes and shapes! I am fit, fat, and fabulous!
By the time I got pregnant with my third child I was working out everyday and had my pre-babies stamina back. I had lost zero pounds but I had gained a good bit of my muscle tone back. I felt great! I felt fabulous! I worked out every day throughout my pregancy until about 4 weeks before I had her. I didn't want her to come early and I was already dilated and would have intense contractions anytime I worked out, so I went ahead and stopped. As soon as I had her I was already counting down the days I could sneak back into the gym. I was a fit, fat, and fabulous new mom!
My littlest is now three months old! I am determined to shed this coat of fat and be both fit and fabulous with only a little bit of fat...just some...you know so when my kids sit on my lap they are comfy...and when I give them hugs they snuggle in to my warmth and softness...and so when they are sick they can use me as a pillow... I am fit, and fat, and fabulous!