Day 2, a.m.

I have a love/hate relationship with the scale. I love it when it's under my bathroom sink and I hate it when it's under my feet. For real.

I have been weighing myself for years, probably since my first pregnancy which was a whopping 24 years ago pregnancy (For real??) I watched the scale go up 65 lbs. that year. I was horrified but too excited over the new life to be vain for long. I lost that weight with work over the next couple years. Unlike some of my more fortunate friends, I didn't lose when I was nursing. Oh no, no, no. I held on to that weight like a giant magnet on a junk yard car.

When baby #2 came along 3 years later, I gained a whopping something like 50 lbs. Again, a lot of work and a young metabolism helped me shed the weight, except for 10 or so lbs.

Same thing with #3, except this time I gained as much weight as before but had that extra 10 lbs. and I was more tired and didn't have the time to work as hard on losing the weight. I dropped some, but was 20 lbs. over my comfort zone.

#4 enters the picture and same story different blessing. After he was born I was hanging on to about 30 lbs. When that child was 7 months old I had an illness, pancreatitis and gallbladder problems. I went into shock, nearly lost my life, and came home 11 days later unable to eat much at all. In 30 days I lost 40 lbs. The good news was, I was survived. The other good news was, I was my comfort weight!

Enter baby #5 :) Then #6. Hey look! #7 is a GIRL! Then a miscarriage and another pregnancy with a month of that loss. #8 was born healthy as could be, and I was toting around another 40 lbs. again.

When that baby was just a few months old, I got serious, quit eating like a pig, and started walking every day. I got up to 4 or 5 miles most every day. Who knew eating less and exercising more would work! I'm a genius!

After losing 35 lbs. and keeping that off for 2 years, I became pregnant and lost that baby. Shortly after that I lost another baby, and then was pregnant again. 3 pregnancies in one year, and delivery the next year. Welcome back 35 lbs. (Welcome back?!?)

That was over 3 years ago. I have gained 10 more lbs. with the help of steroids for an adrenal problem, and the beauty of hypo-thyroidism not being treated correctly. I see a new non-traditional doctor now in Carmel, and has me on the road to wellness. In the meantime, I sit with a mid-section that expands and never contracts.

So there you have my history, hope you didn't go through too many kleenexes. Now that we all know my sob story here's the bottom line - I EAT TOO MUCH and I DON'T WALK anymore.

Ahhh. I feel better. I'm going to make my green smoothie now.