Hi featherweights.
I'm actually pretty bummed at the moment after having eaten too much Easter candy. I was supposed to control myself!
Anyway, I'm a 36-year-old mom with two little ones. I'm a stay-at-home mom (so the kitchen is never far away

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In some ways, my story is a happy one, and in some ways..not so much.
I started getting chubby at about 6 years old. I remember taking ballet, tap, jazz lessons, and I remember feeling like I wasn't as cute as the other girls with their flat bellies and slim legs. I knew I was different. It's not hard to see how I got a little chubby. After I was too old for latch-key, I would go home after school and eat everything in the house until my mom got home from work late. My MO: watching Diff'rent Strokes and Facts of Life while going through box after box of Cheez-Its. My mom rarely cooked, and when she did, it was usually something like a thick, greasy, tater-tot hotdish. She would take me to McDonalds all the time, too, and order me TWO Big Macs, fries, and a Coke. It was her way of pampering me and showing me love when she couldn't really do it in the right way. It gets more complicated too, with some child molestation things that went down -- all just close calls, but too close for anything near comfort -- and I think subconscioulsly she was trying to bulk me up and de-cutify me. She cut all my long pretty hair off at the time, too. I mean, she cut it realllly short.
But, like a lot of girls, I was a lot heavier in my mind than in reality. I probably carried at most 5 pounds "too much" until about the age of 17 (also enter at that time dabblement in bulimia

, which still rears it ugly head occasionally). Then 5 pounds too much turned into 15 pounds too much by the end of college. Lots of beer.
Then I went to grad school and stuffed my face. I studied constantly, was constantly stressed out, and never thought I had the time to exercise.
By my late twenties, I got up to about 170, a good 30 pounds more than I wanted to be, at least. Thing is, I was young, and everything was pretty darn firm. Big, but tight.
Then I had my little ones. Gained gargantuan amounts of weight with both pregnancies. Minor ups and downs, but the upshot was, I was shopping plus-sized, and that stretched-out post-pregnancy skin couldn't hold a thing in. I just couldn't look in the mirror. Nooks and crannies all over the place. No longer bootylicious. Celluliticious. No Beyonce song for that one.
A couple of times in the past I tried Jenny Craig, but I couldn't deal with the food for long.
Then, finally, about 3 years ago, I decided I had to do it myself. I started eating less, but the hugest change was that I started exercising like a fiend. I got an elliptical machine, set up my TV and tivo right in front of it, and I go to town on it, even if I don't get a chance until 11 o'clock at night. I only let myself watch tv when I'm exercising (the best, most motivational thing being The Biggest Loser!!!) I got down to my current 135. (okay, 137 this morning). I got a bodybugg, too, which when I pair it with calorie counting, is the right formula for me. Now I just have to stop cheating on bad Easter candy. Did I really eat one of those Peeps????? Argh! I'm a 100% emotional eater. Food=love. Food=comfort.
I love love love the featherweights forum!
I feel like with some support, I can finally lose these super super annoying last few pounds. For once in my life, I want to look gooooood. I would love to get my thighs in a pair of designer jeans and like the view of the back. And I want to look good naked, too, come on, for once! Or, perhaps more important to me, for once in my life, I want to be in control of my food and my body.
--Lizzard