Since 2014 I have been over 200 pounds. From running 10 miles a day, to back-to-back pregnancies, and motherhood. One chapter of life to another. For the past four years I have struggled with self image. At two months postpartum with Ruby I was compared to the size of a whale by one of my husbands coworkers. I struggled with the fact the weight does not just “fall off” as soon as my babies were born, some of us (helloooo🙋🏼♀️) leave the hospital still looking 6 months pregnant, our stomachs stay puffy, and breastfeeding makes me think about chocolate all.damn.day 🍫🤪 (try fighting that urge tired with a newborn, ha). Then we are too damn tired from mothering, growing, and raising babies to even figure out a routine of how and when losing weight is gonna happen. I struggled to get into a routine as a new mom with two under two and I ended up at the heaviest I had ever been, somewhere around 250 pounds by the end of 2016.
Friends would tell me that I looked fine, but at 5’2 I knew I didn’t. I cried countless times to myself and my husband about how unhappy I was.
It took me until I was pregnant with my third to figure it all out and include my health in my daily life and routines, but I did it! Sometimes it’s felt like I would never get to share this news but FINALLY I’m so happy and proud to say that after 3 babies, multiple setbacks (this year alone), including surgery and recovery, I did it. I reached my FIRST goal, that I set for myself after Shade was born. Today for the first time in years I don’t weigh over 200 pounds… since June I have put in so much work, eating healthy and busting my butt. I’m healthier and stronger than ever, and I’ve lost 19.5 inches.
I hope I can inspire someone like my friend Amanda inspired me. Thank you to all my friends and family that have supported me and cheered me on! And thanks Russell for never giving up on me, always lying to me about never looking fat 🤪 and being the best instagram husband there is. Goodbye to at least 33 pounds, now on to my next goal!