Ain’t No Shame in my Weight Gain
Like many women, I have a constant love-hate relationship with my body. Honestly, since high school it’s been more of a hate-despise relationship. My weight has always fluctuated and I have always agonized over my overall appearance. Maybe this is the result of being raised by a mother from the Deep South where appearance (and money) is everything or the result of media scrutiny over female celebrities or maybe women are just predisposed to body obsession in way men just don’t seem to have time for. Whatever the reason, me and my body seem to be constantly at odds with one another.
Over the past 10 years, my weight and body shape have fluctuated from a size 0 to a size 16 (how’s that for honesty). Now granted 10 years ago I was 15 and my metabolism was at its prime. I was also in an incredibly unhealthy place when it came to my body–I would yo-yo from not eating anything to eating everything as quickly as I could. I would try to sustain myself on coffee and energy drinks and then fall apart and scarf down as many french fries as I could, but those size 0 denim mini skirts were still snugly hugging my 15 year old hips (weren’t those the days?).
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After Josh and I started dating it was much harder to sustain my unhealthy eating habits as he was always hyperconscious of what I was eating or not eating. Our senior year of high school he started packing an extra bagged lunch for me so I’d stop trying to subsist on diet green tea and salt and vinegar chips. I was also in a loving, stable relationship with someone who was concerned with my health and well-being more so than how tight my clothing was or how little my waist was. I began to relax and I began to eat normally again.
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Then college came and along with it the freshman 15. While I was no longer able to squeeze into my pre-college era jeans, I was a more healthy looking, and feeling, girl. I finally felt really good in my skin.
Then the stress and pressure of college really hit. My sophomore year of college I started working at a coffee shop a few hours a week while I balanced an 18 hour course load and the demands of sorority life. Those few hours of work a week turned into more like 25-30 hours of week which combined with 18 hours of courses and taking a leadership position in my chapter really began to weigh heavily on me. I was being pulled in so many different directions that I didn’t have time to think about “healthy” eating. I started binging on cookies, milkshakes, sugary coffee drinks, and delicious Chicken-Bacon-Ranch sandwiches on a toasted croissant (you wouldn’t believe how good they were) during down times at work. And then after closing up at the end of the night, I’d go out for more food with friends and coworkers to blow off steam. Slowly but surely my wardrobe crept more and more into the yoga pants or leggings and oversized t-shirts that were gaining popularity on campus at the time. By the time the year was over I was becoming more and more unhappy with how my body looked, which led to more stress and more eating, as many women can probably relate to.
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Fast forward to my senior year of college–Josh and I got engaged and then came the pressure of the wedding, specifically the wedding dress.
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I was resistant at first to my mother’s nagging comments about how much better I would feel and how much easier it would be for me if I just lost some weight before the big day. I really just wanted to go out with all my friends every night and pretend that college would never end, but reality hit when I went to try on wedding dresses and I just couldn’t get excited about it. I started hitting the gym several times a week and signed up for Weight Watchers. Lean cuisines, spin class and point counting became my best friends. And I felt amazing!! I was probably the healthiest I ever was in my life (even with a few weekends of slim eating so I could bar hop and still make my weekly points) and I felt so amazing on my wedding day. I wasn’t the thinnest I’d ever been, but I felt confident and beautiful and that was enough for me.
Then came our abysmal stint in Florida (read about that here). I was so depressed and had no energy to cook that we ate out several times per week. I can remember one day that I had Chick Fil A for breakfast, lunch and dinner. All the progress I had made in preparation of the wedding was quickly lost and I gained even more.
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After 6 months of Floridian life, we relocated to NC and I was happy again! But it took me another year and a half to lose the weight I had gained post-wedding. And I felt confident again. I bought shorts and dresses and felt amazing!
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And then I got pregnant.
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I was so nervous about my weight gain and I was always excited when I went to my doctor appointments and hadn’t gained anything. I also had terrible all day morning sickness for the first 16 weeks. I thought, I could really do this thing without gaining very much weight but after a talking to by my doctor, I came to realize that weight gain was a positive and necessary thing for my baby to be healthy so I started to give myself a little more slack. Well a little more slack coupled with insane cravings led to a “wonderful” surprise of a final weigh in of 202 pounds before I gave birth. At 5’ 2”, 202 pounds is a lot to deal with. I was mortified, terrified even of what I was going to look like post-baby.
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And then something amazing happened–I gave birth, and the months of aches, pains, fatigue, illness, heartburn, and weight gain seemed completely and totally worth it. There was the miraculous evidence of what my body had done laying warm and pink in my arms. Not only had my body created this wonderful thing out of nothing and pizza (and french fries and ice cream and strawberries), but it had delivered it into the world. My body had been pushed to its limits and had done incredible work. And then after doing all that, it continued to sustain my new daughter’s life as I learned to nurse her. Almost immediately my view of my body completely changed.
For the first time in my life I was in awe of my body and I was proud of it. Of course I’m not entirely impressed with my stretch marks and that crepey lower abdomen that comes post pregnancy, but they are a sign of the incredible work that my body did. I am mentally in a really healthy place with my body. I’m the heaviest I’ve ever been (not counting while I was pregnant) but I’m not obsessing over it. I’ve managed to lose half of my baby weight and I’m anxious to lose the other half, but I’m giving myself and my body some time to adjust and some room to breathe. I’m ready to work on a healthy diet and I’m ready to get back into making time to exercise, but while I’m doing that I’m more focused on what my body has given me than how it looks in my clothes.
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Rachel- The Unfinished Mrs