How I became a chubby bride

I suppose it makes sense to actually write about how I got into my current predicament. 

You know how people say, "I have always had a weight problem!"  I never realized I did until my loving, and well-intentioned family members, said, "Wow, it looks like you've lost weight."  I was 12.

My chubby factor peaked when I went through a horribly awkward phase in middle school.  I went up almost 4 sizes in one summer.  This may or may not have been caused by eating entire brownies in two bites in the kitchen while everyone else was outside.  Don't take this as a sad thing, they were delicious!

After that it was up and down.  In high school I started to slim down around sophomore year,  at least in comparison to how big I was in 8th grade.

I should probably mention that I was never "fat."  I am pretty sure that no one ever looked at me and thought, "Wow, she must break a lot of benches."  But I just didn't feel comfortable at my weight.  It also didn't help that I had a sister who was ridiculously thin, naturally, despite eating bowlfuls of Double Fudge Brownie Ice Cream at night.

Standing next to Sarah, a lot of people looked "fat."

My junior year of high school I was going to dance rehearsal for a musical, would come home and do a step workout (yes there was a 75 year-old-woman in the video, and no, she was not better than me at the routine).  My mother was also in a salad phase, and I was so ravenous by the time I got home that I just ate whatever she put in front of me.  I dropped around 12 pounds.   

I maintained this weight into my freshmen year of college.  I kept working out every single day.  I was also not eating very much because my sister and I were given a very strict food budget by our father.   We made a pound of chicken tenderloins last three days between the two of us. 

I was 5  feet 6 inches tall and weighed 124 pounds. 

The problem started sophomore year with the required meal plan purchase by FSU.  That year I gained 10 pounds.  Then my weight stayed about the same until the summer before my senior year, when I lived with my mother.... for 13 weeks...it was not a good time.  I would watch Jon and Kate plus 8 and binge eat for hours because dealing with my mother or stepfather was far too stressful. I gained another 10 pounds. 

Which brings us to now.  I work at Panera, where my fiancee gets food for free.  I live in Colorado and have not worked out since November. 

I went to my friends wedding a month ago in South Florida and stayed with my mother, who touched my stomach and said, "This worries me.  That's what causes heart attacks." 

I'm 23. 

Now I am 155 pounds, don't tell my mother, I told her I was 140.  Point is, I am still a normal weight for my height, according to my Wii Fit.  Of course, the Wii also says my cat Mia hasn't gained weight and she's definitely got some pooch going on. 

Though, again, I am not horribly overweight, or obese, I am not happy....and at my wedding..I would like to be happy.  Jim's parent's are paying for a photographer and I don't want to look at the pictures and say, "Wow, my back looks like one of those wrinkly faced Asian dogs!" 

So, I'm doing this because weight loss, at least in my realm, is entertaining, and to help other ladies with sexy dress missions to accomplish their goals.