The most embarrassing thing happened to me at the gym the other day. After busting my butt at a 5:30 a.m. spin class before work, I showered and then went to put on my clothes. As I was pulling up my work pants, I realized….these babies were not going to zip up.
There I was, in the ladies’ locker room, surrounded by a bevy of size 2 skinny bitches amazingly beautiful and ridiculously thin girls, in my grandma undies with my cellulite on full display and I’m squeezing into my black work pants hoping they won’t rip. I couldn’t button them up! Thank God I had an oversize shirt to wear…
I wanted to crawl into a (donut) hole and die. How did I get to this point???
It’s no secret that freshmen entering college typically gain weight—15 pounds to be exact–hence the Freshmen 15. I fell prey to that stereotype.
I had also been remotely aware that newlywed couples also gain a few pounds during their first year of marriage…something about having romantic meals and eating out often and just generally enjoying bliss. But I didn’t think Mr. Marathon Runner and I would fall prey to this.
When we were dating, Eric had a strict 5x a week workout routine and diet, while I was plugging away 4 to 5 miles on the treadmill every weekday. Our Saturday mornings consisted of three-mile runs along the Newport Harbor.
We were the poster couple for The Fit and The Fabulous.
And then we got married. And our workout dates quickly turned into elaborate gourmet home-cooked meals. We had wine every night. And dessert. Instead of heading out for our Saturday morning jog, we prepared breakfast with pancakes, bacon, eggs, hashbrowns and toast…every weekend. It was delicious.
And then Eric’s work schedule changed from a typical Monday thru Friday workweek to two 24-hour shifts a week plus an occasional 8-hour shift. With that, came fast food galore to fill up those work days, and an erratic workout schedule.
Having to walk the dog before work became my excuse for not hitting the gym. I became lazy, unmotivated and…well, lazy.
And then the holidays came…oh the holidays…
SO what am I getting at here? I can’t hide it any further.
Between the both of us, Eric and I have gained almost 40 pounds since we got married.
40 freakin’ pounds.
That’s like a 5-year-old.
That’s more than our dog weighs.
We’re still relatively young. There’s no excuse for this amass of lard on our thighs and bellies. Eric can’t fit into his jeans anymore, and I only wear leggings and jeggings (btw, the person who invented those? GENIUS!)
I kept holding out until Jan. 1. That was the magic day that I would start eating healthy and start going to the gym. But when I finally stepped on the scale, I knew it was so bad that I needed to start making changes ASAP. So I started easing into my New Year’s Resolutions on Dec. 27 and I’m proud to say I’ve lost 3 pounds since then.
It’s amazing what veggies and exercise will do for you. It’s like my body really wants to shed the weight.
Hopefully, Eric and I will have some good news to report in the next couple of months. Last year, I lost 10 pounds in the first 3 months and I wasn’t even working out that hard. I’ll post updates periodically and see how it goes. Some of my fave weight-loss blogs include 125, and enough fluff.
Anyone else have any weight-loss goals for the year? Has anyone else gained weight after getting married?