It has finally happened!

Holy Shit, it has finally happened!! This morning I stepped on the scale, much like every other morning for the past two weeks. This is NOT common practice at my house. I usually am leaning more towards the idea that scales are only meant for weighting babies and that all household scales in a house without babies should be set on fire, thrown out the window or both.

Let me give you some background information. In high school I was thin, and I didn't even have to work at it. It wasn't until just after high school, when I discovered the glory of a quick and easy fast food meal. By this time I was making my own money and could spend it on whatever I wanted....like CHEESEBURGERS!! I quickly went from 155lbs to 200lbs. My parents commented on my weight, but I was oblivious. I knew I was fitting into bigger clothes, but it wasn't until I was in a Walmart one summer that I noticed there was a problem.  Someone asked my when I was "due" and it was at that moment I decided to change.

I worked my ass off and lost the weight, and kept it off....for a while. I am pretty sure you can chart my weight gain to the level of douche bag of the guy I was dating at the time. Again I ballooned to 200lbs. Truth be told, I stopped weighing myself at 200. I knew I was overweight, I knew I should do something about it, but I didn't really care at the time. I was spending my days working, then going to the pub for beer and chicken wings five nights a week. Why would anyone want to change that?!

Then something inside me "clicked" again. Something had to change. My relationship was going from bad to worse, and if I wanted any hope of ever dating again, I had to lose weight. So I signed up for a gym membership, personal trainer, personalized meal plan, the whole nine yards. It was during those six months that I really discovered what I was capable of. Me, little old me, was capable of lifting weights, becoming strong, and actually seeing muscle form somewhere in the layers of fat. I credit Charlene SanJenko and Ben Smith for finding something in me that I never knew I had. (http://www.ibuildstrongwomen.com) I lost all the weight and was down to 169lbs. And a lot of that was muscle! I kept the weight off for a long time too....

Fast forward to 2007. It was July and I was sitting in the bathroom at work, staring at the two pink lines. We had been trying, but it was still a shock. I, was pregnant. Now if any of you have been pregnant, you know. Something unearthly happens to your body. You get crazy cravings, you eat a lot of chocolate, and are about half as active as you once were. At least that was true for me. After I had my son in 2008, exercise was the last thing on my mind. I went back to work within 4 weeks, I had a business to run and a new born. The extent of my exercise was walking to and from my car. I didn't lose much of the baby weight, and in May of 2009, I found out I was pregnant again. After my second son was born, I found myself hanging out around the 200lbs mark.

In the spring of 2012, I began working out. My friend Michelle and I started working out together twice a week. We stuck to it, and are still doing it today! In the year that we were working out, lifting weights AND running, I lost a total of ZERO pounds. My shaped changed a lot and I was happy with the changes. I went from a size 16 to a size 10/12.

My goal was to get back down to pre-baby weight, 169lbs. And for the last two weeks, my scale has been taunting me! 173lbs, 172lbs, 171.5lbs, 170.7lbs......So this morning when I stepped on the scale, half expecting it to start laughing at me, it read 169.7lbs! I know that weight doesn't really matter, and I will be the first person to tell you that. But seeing that number, after all the blood, sweat and tears, seemed to make it all worth it. I reached my goal! Now I feel more motivated than ever. I need to find new goals, and that's exciting!! The possibilities are endless!!