Okay. Enough is enough.
When I graduated from college last year, I was in the best shape I had been in during my college career. I was working out nearly every day. I was eating well. I was on a high- it was great to be at a “happy weight.” Then I graduated. I lost my free gym membership to an awesome, state-of-the-art college gym facility. TVs in front of the elipticals, people! It’s so mindless. Grey’s anatomy= 1 hr. That equals a solid hour of me sweating my booty off. It’s GENIUS. I’m not a distance runner. I don’t do running outside. I start off too fast and burn out easily. Anyway, I digress. I lost my free gym membership, therefore I stopped working out. I was just waiting tables and bumming around. It was glorious. At least being on my feet all day gave me a bit of physical activity- I maintained my weight for the most part. Then the unthinkable happened… I got a job. A real, GROWNUP job. I wasn’t expecting it to happen, it just kind of snuck up on me. I was planning on chilling out ALL summer and then looking for a job in the fall. Unfortunately “adulthood” and this thing they call the “real world” came into my life a little sooner than I expected.
So I started my 9-5 gig. A regular paycheck is nice… in fact, it was FABULOUS. I felt like I had more money than I knew what to do with. I was loving it. I got to go out to eat more, I got to buy more clothes. But as time went on… I noticed I was buying bigger clothes. Larger sizes. Flow-ier tops. Bustier bras. I was spending less time doing physical activity. The job of a graphic designer is pretty sedentary. With my new 9-5 gig came some 20-25 lbs over the course of a year. And here I am, one year later, in skin that I don’t recognize anymore.
Here’s some visual proof for you. Let’s all have a good laugh (or in my case, cry) over these photos of me. On the left, you have me on the day of my graduation. May 11, 2007. I was a size 6… 130 lbs. (And I’m 5’3) That’s the same weight I was when I graduated high school. On the right, you have me a little over a month ago, on the day of our friends’ wedding. May 17, 2008. I am now a size 12. 155+ lbs. And somehow managed to SQUEEZE myself into the exact same dress. Don’t ask me how I did it…
Okay I’ll tell you. A year ago, I was wearing a padded strapless bra in that dress. Fast forward to 2008, and I’m wearing NO BRA and my boobs were still busting out of the dress so I had to wear the sweater. GROSS. Seriously. Not to mention that my waist and hips have gotten larger so the midsection of the dress has all risen up into the boob area…. making my dress look like a maternity dress. Lovely.
So ladies and gents, something must be done! I have joined a gym and I need to make a commitment to go! I need to commit to eating better. If anyone out there has any words of inspiration or motivation I would be sincerely thankful. Or if anyone has tried a system that has worked for you, please let me know. I just don’t want to look like a pregnant lady in my wedding dress. Tomorrow is T-minus 9 months to the wedding, I think it’s a good time to get started…