Until the first winter of my married life, at age 25, I was thin. At least that is how other people saw me. And in reality, my weight indicated a healthy body weight. I considered my belly to be fat or my waist, thick....however you want to put it. (I never really remember my stomach being flat.) Boobs larger than average. Never had much of a butt (read: shapeless) and have always had skinny legs. I remember when I was pregnant my ex likened my body shape to that of the Grinch's. Great for the ego. Thanks man.
Anyhow, the first winter I was married I gained 20 pounds. This sucked big time because I had been a particular weight for nearly 10 years and now I was growing out of literally everything. I don't really remember it bothering me too, too much. Maybe because I was so happy being married. It was several months after that when I became pregnant. I was rather anxious to wear maternity clothes that summer. Probably since I didn't have any normal clothes that fit me anyway!
Ok, so it's 9 months later, I gained 25 pounds with baby, lost 32 pounds within the first month after delivery and all is good, I'm up 13 pounds overall. Not bad. Get on the Pill after several months, gain back the extra 7 that I had lost. Back up 20 pounds.
2 years later, almost the same. Gain 22 with TuSon, lose 29 within 2 weeks. I feel awesome. Go on the Pill, gain 7. Again, up 20.
At this point I am about 130 pounds. I am 5'3" and this sounds like a reasonable weight. But the extra 20 pounds is between my chin and my pubic bone. Thick middle, chubby arms, fat back. Ugh. I look back at pictures and I dressed horribly for my body type. Why didn't someone tell me how I looked?? Ew.
Fast forward 8 years. Split from husband. Lose 20 pounds. Yippeee! Now I'm a back to a size 5 and sometimes a girls 14 because of my chicken legs. I'm newly separated/divorced and I'm nearing 40. Not bad, not bad. I land me a wonderful younger man and promptly begin to eat. The 20 pounds reappear over the course of the next 5 years or so. I am more than happy to share the poundage with him. He, who overcame childhood obesity and lost 90 pounds in college. We contribute to each others emotional dependence on food and we gain weight together.
Fast forward 10 years and here we are still eating.
There is a definite point to this post. Stay tuned for part two tomorrow. That is if I can stop eating long enought to post again.