Fit Bride (To Be)

From as far back as I can remember, I've always had a constant battle with my weight. I've never been one of those girls that could just eat whatever she wants and not have to worry about gaining weight. I look at a cheeseburger and I can feel the pounds being added to my body. I was overweight most of my grade school life and have been the center of jokes. I wasn't severely overweight, but let's just say I carried my "baby fat" up until high school.

The summer of my sophomore year, I lost 40 pounds in 3 months. That's about 3.3 lbs a week! I was active, I was motivated, I was starving! My BFF and I had decided that summer we were going to kick our butts into gear and lose weight together. We were tired of being the "chubby girls". We ran almost every day or night and instead of the summertime water-fights that our other girlfriends were participating in, we were at the Y working out. We also started the "one meal a day" diet. We would eat a piece of fruit for breakfast a big midday meal and very little if anything for dinner. We were on summer-break so this was very easy to sneak past our mothers. And when school started in the fall, a piece of toast for breakfast, yogurt and 1/2 a sandwich for lunch, and a normal sized dinner (so our mothers wouldn't notice). I'll never forget when my mom said that I was almost too skinny and that she didn't want me losing anymore weight. Success in my eyes. And now here I am, 10 years later and the 40 lbs have found me once again.

In college, I started to notice the pounds being put back on slowly but surely. That's when my mom told me about Weight Watchers. I followed the plan, worked out and the pounds came off, but nowhere near what I was in high school. I graduated college, moved to Chicago, and became very comfortable with my now fiance. Then came the "happy love" weight. Beer and wings over football season, cocktails and hotdogs at Cubs' games. Hello the rest of my 40lbs.

Which brings me to today. After stepping on the scale this morning and realizing that it was 3lbs more than it was on Thursday and not having my favorite pair of black work pants fit me. I logged onto my computer and signed up for Weight Watchers before I was out the door for work. I refuse to be a fat bride. And it's not just for my wedding. It's for me. And for the rest of my life. I feel so much more happier and confident when I'm losing weight. When my confidence and mood suffer, my relationship suffers. You know what they say, happy wife happy life! So here I go again, back on the Weight Watchers wagon. Hopefully this time I'm strong enough to stay on.