Slight Chub

I am not in good shape.

Really, it’s true. I’m strong as an ox mentally and emotionally, which is a pretty awesome feeling, but when it comes to physical strength I’m a big old wuss. I’m soft. I’m squishy. I don’t want to be a rock, I just don’t want to be so jiggly. I’d also like my pants from 2 years ago to fit. Right now they don’t. I can almost hear them screaming on the rare occasion on which I temporarily liberate them from the dark depths of the closet to see if they can stretch over my expanded backside without popping every strained stitch that holds them together.

I didn’t obsess about my weight before the wedding. I refused to get sucked into the whole I-must-look-perfect-in-those-pictures mentality. I knew I’d look as pretty as possible and that would be that. What was more important was how I felt – and I felt great… mentally and emotionally. Physically I felt OK, but now it’s time to bump that up a notch. I would have felt better without the handful of pictures that hinted at back fat and/or multiple chins.

Over the weekend my darling husband and I were talking about fitness and weight and all sorts of fun subjects and I mentioned that many of my friends who went on strict exercise and diet regimes before their weddings ended up gaining fairly significant amounts of weight post-nuptuals. Most of the time it was because they slowed down enough after their weddings to enjoy their new spouse and get comfy… which leads to some weight gain. We, on the other hand, started our progressive addition of 15-20 lbs each about 6 months into our relationship when we moved in together. He says that since then we’ve “maintained a slight chub”. He’s right.

It’s time to banish the slight chub. Those pants deserve to see the light of day once more.