Love Chub

If you pay any attention to fashion, the media, or even just the general American public you are well aware of the growing waist lines. You see I fell victim to this as well. Since I started dating Barry I have packed on what I like to call “love chub.” It is the extra weight you put on when you fall in love and you go out to eat more than you should and don’t watch what you eat or in my case stop exercising all together as well. Barry tells me I am beautiful every day multiple time s a day so there has never been push to get my butt in gear.

Once we got engaged I thought the pending wedding & honeymoon (hopefully on a beach) would give me a swift kick in the ass but it didn’t because on our wedding day & on the honeymoon the only person who matters already thinks I am beautiful and makes sure I know it. My

encouragement wasn’t a white dress or a bathing suit but it was a man in a white coat. Yep the man who got me to realize that I needed to take off this “love chub” was my doctor. In March he looked at me and said you are obese. What obese, are you sure I’m just not overweight (because in my mind that is much better)? Well he then went on and explained about issues I and we might face as we got older in life and wanted to start a family. So with that visit we (yes Barry too) started a diet.

By just watching what we ate and how much of it we ate we both dropped about 30 pounds (he dropped his a lot faster) but 30 pounds is a lot. Barry has met his goal weight and is currently just hoping to maintain this weight from here on out but me I have hit a plateau. So since I can’t make portion sizes any smaller it was time to get my booty to the gym and start working out. Lucky for me I have a brother who knows his way around a gym and loves to run me through a lot of exercises that kick my ass. I have been going to the gym for about 3 weeks now and although the scale is not dropping like I want it to I feel better. I have more strength and energy and I just have an overall better attitude about myself. I don’t know if I will ever love going to the gym but I must say it is a lot easier to walk in there now than it was 3 weeks ago.

The reason I am able to write about my struggle with weight is because I am secure with myself and my body. I do not find myself looking at models photos wanting to be like them and when I was younger I found away to deal with the teasing that I endured on a small level. But I recently read a news article (click here to read it) about models at fashion week up from a size 0 to now being a size 2-4. This is great but in reality they are still really skinny and do not represent the general size of an adult American woman. This article was trying to pat the fashion industry on the back for coming more inline with the average woman (which study show is somewhere between and 12 and a 14) but in reality all they did was showcase the issue again and give young women a size 2 to aspire to become. For me I will never be a size 2 or heck even a 4 for that matter but I can get myself healthy and active not because I have fallen victim to wanting to look like the women I see in magazines but for myself and for my future husband and our future family together.

xoxo
britt

PS: the girl on the top is a "normal" model while the girl on the bottom is a "plus size" model.