Okay, okay. While I know that isn't really accurate, I think there is a grain of truth in that statement.
When a person is unhappy, they find something to throw themselves into. They need a distraction from their unhappiness. Many different things could be the source of that unhappiness... Family, friends, self image, relationships. But my hypothesis is that those who are single or that are stuck in an unfulfilling relationship tend to need somewhere to focus their pent up frustrations. This is where fitness comes in. Working out is SUCH an amazing stress release. Studies have shown that regular workouts can be just as effective as any medication that your doctor can prescribe you. The biggest side effect? A rockin body. Sweet, right? Totally.
But then it happens. That moment you have been waiting for and working towards. You find your better half. The love of your life. The world as you know it haults and everything you thought you knew about life or thought you needed out of life comes crashing down around you. And it's just the two of you. Falling in love. Being all sweet and shit. Suddenly, all your free time that you used to spend in the gym is spent with this other person. That becomes your new habit and soon, your fluffy again.
Sure, this doesn't happen to everyone. Throw having a baby into that equation though and you have my timeline of the last two years. I'm not complaining... Just calling it what it is.
Mike made me fat.
Not ONLY did he make me fall in love with him so madly that I want to spend every free moment I have near him, with him, around him, on him (you get the idea) but he ALSO got me pregnant. And I don't want to hear the "it takes two" crap. I was on birth control. He wasn't. Viola. His fault. So now I'm fat. When he's is home I still don't want to workout. Two years later and yes... I still want to spend every waking moment with him. There are times he isn't home though that I could workout. Oh, wait... Please refer back to when I said he got me pregnant. That means I have an ultra clingy infant at home that requires my attention. Currently, he is squawking at me and pulling on my leg while he shits his pants. Cute.
So being happy has made me fat.
Lame.
But I wouldn't trade my happiness now for my old size 6 jeans. Or a good nights sleep. Or anything. I remember what that unhappiness felt like. I remember only having the gym to look forward to everyday. I remember not having someone in my life that I love so dearly that I'd do anything for him. Including getting fat.
So in effort to put an end to the fatness, I have been making little changes in my daily routines. Today, in fact, I'll be starting the Jillian Michaels 60 Day Shred. Okay, fine... It's really the 30 Day Shred, but it might take me 60 days to finish it. I shared a recent bum photo on Instagram. Mike deserves a better ass than that. Just sayin. Soooo I guess I can put some work in while he isn't home. Especially now that the cold season is upon us and we will be trapped indoors most days.
If I have decent results by the end, I'll share them here. If I don't, I might come back and delete this post and act like it never happened.
Only time will tell.
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