It has happened.
I can no longer praise the skinny gods for allowing me to stay naturally thin with minimal amounts of exercise and allowing me to be ignorant to calories. Nope! My body’s hormonal clock is ringing incessantly, reminding me that babies are in the future and we’ve got to prepare. You know what that means? I am slowly watching my stomach expand forward and my hips spread wide (well, wider than usual). My petite frame is pushing its tiny envelope, urging me to curb the snacks and up the cardio in order to compete with small-framed women.
For the sake of dramatics, this is the scariest thing that has happened to me in all my 23 years of breathing. You see, I’m don’t measure my weight by a scale. I’d definitely turn up at about 115lbs. However, I feel heavy. Jeans have ceased to button, my shirts don’t fit as comfortably as before and I’m just a big mess realizing that I have to hit the gym. (Yes, I used to be one of the people laughing because I didn’t. Karma, maybe?)
I’m in a sincere panic mode, especially as the warm, wear-less-clothes months are approaching. For little ol’ me, who hasn’t taken off in a sprint since college water fights or focused on ab work since South Beach 2010, this is my 2012 nightmare. When will I have time to workout? Will I have to workout every day for the rest of my life? Pilates? Yoga? Spinning? Zumba? What’s going to be my solution?
Sure, reading fitness tips from Jeanette Jenkins gives me instant motivation, but it’s never long-lasting. Even seeing several friends serve up ox-like strength to steer clear of sweets is inspiring. But somehow, I come crawling back to my potato chips (these things are my kryptonite) and glasses of wine. I’m begging for someone to save me from myself!
At this very moment, I have no clue what’s next on the scale for me. All I know is that I’m tipping it. My mother and those I’ve looked up to always warned me, “You won’t stay this size forever,” and now those words have come to haunt me.
My body is on a mission, and exercise and eating well is a must. Sigh, I’m just trying to be content with that…
