"It's been so long since we took the time/No one's to blame, I know time flies so quickly/But when I see you darling/It's like we both are falling in love again/It'll be just like starting over, starting over...." John Lennon, Starting Over
Well, my health has been anything but helpful in terms of my quest to lose weight and stay healthy. One attack of Bell's Palsy (still not resolved, but condition is improving), FIVE right eye infections (because the eye can't close all the way to protect itself) and TWO colds. Are you kidding me? I was in a size 10 pant when this last round of bad health hit me, starting November 16, 2009.
Fast forward to today. I'm back in my size 12s. They're not tight, but I can't shoehorn myself back into the size 10's. Man, I was within spitting distance of getting back into my size 8 wardrobe. It sits in a spare closet in our guest bedroom, collecting dust. Honestly, I miss my great-ass Lucky Jeans (every girl wants a pair of jeans that makes their nethercheeks look great...Lucky's my brand, folks). I miss my skinny skirts, my cute clothes.... Some folks tell me, well, after you have a child, that's it. Goodnight Irene. Your body never returns to what it used to be. I should just donate my Sexy Stacey clothes to Goodwill and take the write-off and be done with it.
My response?
Go F***K yourself.
I WANT MY BODY BACK!!! I'm sick and tired of looking puffy and pale, with my body having more waves than the ocean. Give me a break! True, I've peeled off 43 pounds since I delivered my son Steven Ames. That's not exactly a failure in and of itself. But, I want to get back down to 130 pounds. That's where my body felt normal. I'm willing to put in the work. Always have been. Now that I'm starting to round the corner, I want to start over, and I'm doing so. I'll keep you informed of my every step along the way, since I'm no longer bedridden OR unable to see out of my right eye. All I want to know is....
Who's with me? :)
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