tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75745400076313584232024-02-20T15:30:56.529-08:00Just BeBrittneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11626543092176734318noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574540007631358423.post-22852726879158334402015-05-01T08:32:00.001-07:002015-05-01T08:32:00.097-07:00Body Image<p dir="ltr">After I had my baby, I rode on this high of positive body image. My body did that! My body created life and carried it for nine long months. It was amazing and I was proud of what I looked like and how I felt. It was easy not to care when I was at home, on maternity leave, and able to wear whatever I fancied. But then I had to go back to work and I started to realize that my clothes didn’t fit and I didn’t feel like the person I used to be (as if I could ever really be that person again). My self-worth and body image took a hit and every single day I am reminded of how uncomfortable I am in my own skin. </p>
<p dir="ltr">In fact, I’m only comfortable when I’m with my baby because then people can look at my body and then my baby and understand why I am the way I am. But that’s not true either. I was at least 60 pounds overweight before I even became pregnant with her. Because of my size, I was recommended to only gain 15-18 pounds for my entire pregnancy. I gained 45!</p>
<p dir="ltr">This is my journey to not only lose 85 pounds (and treat myself to a shopping spree in NYC) but to finally let go of the image I have in my head of how I’m supposed to look. My body image needs to be reevaluated and I need to find what true beauty means. I don’t know what that looks like, but I need to start somewhere and this feels like a good place to do that.</p>
<p dir="ltr">This isn’t just a weight loss blog, but for those who are here for that, I started my journey at 230 pounds two weeks ago. Today I’m sitting at a 4 pound loss with a long way to go. I was completely on point tracking my food with the myfitnesspal app but was derailed Thursday for lack of planning. I woke up late and couldn’t prepare my meals for the day. I ate out which made my calories too high for lunch. I tried making up for it with dinner by having a large salad, but by 8:30 I was starving (and munchy) and gave into some chocolate treats. It wasn’t really a big deal and I knew that I could get back on track today, but I’m a daily weigher and saw the increase this morning. It set my whole day off by making me feel like a failure. So much so, that I grabbed a donut for breakfast! I guess it’s all or nothing for me. This is clearly a one day at a time process. </p>
Brittneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11626543092176734318noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574540007631358423.post-21411596398298842162015-01-10T20:44:00.000-08:002015-01-10T20:44:13.952-08:00And A Blog Was Born<div class="MsoNormal">
This blog was born on Christmas Eve, just a week short of
welcoming my first daughter into this world, as I pondered my issues
surrounding body image and how I did not want to pass my issues onto her. We live in a world where body image is so
skewed and expectations for both male and female bodies are unreal.</div>
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I have honestly never been satisfied with my own body. I’m the girl who has purchased every gimmick
weight loss trick out there. I have
purchased “miracle” exercise equipment, taken diet pills-including phentermine,
joined countless gyms, paid personal trainers, tried <a href="http://visalus.com/body-by-vi/90-day-challenge">Body by Vi</a> and <a href="http://www.shakeology.com/en_US/">Shakeology</a>,
and have counted calories until I’m blue in the face, to name just a few. Sure I can lose weight and my body has changed
from time to time, but I have never been satisfied.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Because my weight has been a constant issue in my life and I
am always complaining about it, I realized that I was setting up a negative
environment for myself, but especially for my daughter. I want her to have a healthy and realistic view
on her body. The only way for her to
have that is for me to have that. Thus
the blog, a place where I can be held accountable, air my views, and get
support or strength from the words that flood the pages. This blog is not intended to have a large
audience, nor is it a way to make a name for myself in the world. It’s simply a place where I can be real. <o:p></o:p></div>
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