I have been overweight for a long time. Those of you with the ‘stop the fat talk’ blah blah - stick it in your pocket. I really don’t want to hear it right now. Although I know the purpose behind stop the talk. This is not that talk. This is reality. This is my life. This is my health we are talking about. It really is not about how I look in the bikini. Okay, well, in two hours it will be.
For those of you that I know love me just the way I am and believe I am beautiful. Well, I love you too! But, I also know that you really do love me and you would like me not to develop high blood pressure or diabetes or die prematurely of heart failure. mwah! Me neither.
I joke. But, the clock is ticking, right. And, there are reasons to be serious about this. Not least of all: to model a healthy lifestyle for my girls. Also, not least of all – my blood pressure went up when I was pregnant with Gia – at the end. Yeah, it is a long story and could have been because my body was allergic to her, or something insane. She was IUGR. She wasn’t growing. My placenta decided it was done at like week 26 or something. I don’t know what all was going on, but it scared the crap out of me. Mostly then because I wanted to have her out – alive and breathing and in our life [like she is now, I am so phenomenally blessed!]– I didn’t want Lia to have to deal with a stillborn sister. And, no, I could not imagine it for myself, a grown educated woman - so I could not bear to think of it for her. Or for Mike.
Immediately after having her, my BP regulated. Well, I mean after the massive dose of blood pressure meds that the anesthesiologist gave me to bring my BP down during the cesarian, where the epidural was not working and I had to choose the numbing shots into my uterus over the general -- because that would not have been good for her, so I could feel way too much and actually bit the anesthesiologist's hand during the extraction. I am pretty strong. I pulled his hand down over my mouth and yep. Bit. Mike couldn't be in there, it was an emergency. Hospital policy. So he was in the hall with three angels that then existed in my world.
Afterwards, I was scared and thought I would seriously do something about my health then, because, look at the tiny 1155 gram baby I needed to be around to take care of. Yes, 1155 grams is about 2.5 pounds. Tiny. Okay, baby home, life happens. Mike had read articles about women that have high blood pressure during pregnancy and the statistics (I have mentioned he is a scientist – I do business, and emotions, he does statistics) about the women developing chronic high blood pressure/heart disease within five years. WELL, she turns FIVE during the next twelve weeks [okay, maybe I procrastinated a little]. Not to mention, my birthday is not long after (so no chocolates, unless they are at least 70% okay?).
No you aren’t getting statistics and photos today. And, I’m not sure you will get them at all. But, I’ll let you know how things are going!
Oh, and don’t worry. I stepped into the shower last night with a warehouse-sized bottle of Nair and removed my winter coat that had grown on me from bikini line down! Eek. There was no way a razor would cut it [get it? Cut it? Haha. I’m trying to distract myself from the fact that I’m going to be in a swimsuit in front of a camera, work with me, laugh... okay, not at the fact that I’m going to be in that situation, at the cut it joke!] I’m hoping that the drain doesn’t permanently clog! I know, I live in the tropics, but still, it is cool and rains often and so I wear jeans and tights and long pants and nature takes its course. The European genes kick in after about two days and viola - winter coat. Dark and lovely on milky white skin. Seriously, it wasn’t pretty! Even if I don’t loose a centimeter, I think Mike will be pleased that his legs are now hairier than mine again!
I am writing on the fly and publishing without re-reading. I figure signing up and doing this challenge and telling you about it, will make me accountable. I really don’t like failure. And, when I have thought about it before, I have only told a friend or two [you know the ones that love me and know chocolate and red wine and nachos make me happy!]
Oh and this isn’t a weight loss challenge. It is a transformation challenge. Diet, lifestyle and body (not just weight, but fat percentage and measurement). So, here is to my health!
By the way, Lia came out of the bathroom, while I was writing this, to tell me her Auntie that was here recently left her bikini here and that we need to mail it to her! [Be proud of me -- I did not scream, that is my f-ing bikini and I am wearing it for a photo shoot in
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