It’s no secret that I’ve gained weight since moving to Buffalo. And as I mentioned yesterday, most of my pants no longer fit. Most of my button up tops don’t fit either, but Adam is so thrilled about my ginormous boobs that I’m not allowed to complain about that issue. It is time to face the facts stats though:
- I’ve gained almost 15lbs in the year since we’ve moved.
- I’ve gone up not one, but two pants sizes.
15lbs in a year is a lot in general, but on my small frame it’s a LOT. While I’m still in the middle of the healthy bmi range for my height this is not a weight at which my body is happy. I don’t look or feel the way I think I “should” at almost 25-years old.
While I’m not happy about the weight gain, I am a lot more zen than I would have ever expected to be. For someone who struggled with body image issues growing up, I’ve faced a large weight gain with a shocking amount of maturity and humor. Adam and I are able to laugh about it in a way that is hilarious rather than toxic. I’m not beating myself up or feeling ashamed or embarrassed.
I know that “fat talk” is an issue for a lot of people so I wish I was able to explain more clearly why I’m able to take this in stride. I would love to be able to give my readers tips to having a healthy attitude about weight gain, but honestly I’m not sure what they’d be. There are a couple of (seemingly contrary) factors that have made this easier for me –
- Gaining weight this year was inevitable. When we lived in NYC I could walk everywhere. And as a teacher in a difficult school I was on my feet for 7hours a day. I was moving a minimum of 6miles everyday even before exercise. Since we moved to Buffalo in August, there have been 4months where I was trying to move as little as possible because of my surgery and/or injury. Going from one extreme to the other – energizer bunny to high intensity couch potato – there was no way my weight wasn’t going to fluctuate in the transition.
- Gaining weight this year was in my own hands, it was the direct result of my own choices. It’s a lot harder to accept something if you feel like it’s been done to you. When there’s a sense of “why me?” it can be hard to move forward. Even though being relegated to the couch was out of my control, I choose not to do pilates or yoga. I choose to have poor sleep habits. And you know what, I ate a TON of jalapeno nachos, and they were damn tasty!
I’m also trying to look at the positives; just because my literal glass shouldn’t be filled so often doesn’t mean I can’t be a glass-half-full girl figuratively. I will never take running for granted again. I know that my husband truly does love me (and find me attractive) at any many sizes. I now know that I am the type of person who can gain so weight without acting like the whole world is ending. I have a goal to work towards. It always kind of irritated me that there was no reward for being hot and staying hot. Now that I have weight to lose maybe someday I can be a success story in a fitness magazine!
I’m not going to make some grand plan for weight loss. I’m going to Boston this weekend and there’s no way I’m not eating chowder and bubble tea. I would like to eat more cleanly in generally because it makes me feel better, but Vegan Month in June will be an easy start to that. I am betting that as I slowly work back into running and working out regularly the weight will gradually drop off. I will stay zen.
Have you ever gained or lost a significant amount of weight? How did it affect you emotionally?












































