From Fat Mama to Hot Mama

My mother was fat.
My mother’s mother was fat.
My mother’s aunts were fat.
Ergo, I will also get fat.
It’s in the genes.

Before I gave birth when I was in my early twenties, I had a figure to die for. No joke.
The curves were all in the proper places, I had a long wavy hair to complement my figure.
After giving birth, I was a new person.
I became stronger and BIGGER, literally and figuratively.
In the years to come, I would engage in yo-yo dieting and fluctuating weights and measurements.
It was not easy to become the butt of jokes because of my size.
I was no longer an eye candy. Instead, I was likened to a candy: round and fat.

The worst part of weight gain is not having the courage to look at the figures like measurement and weight.
I was anxious at every annual physical exam because I did not want to know how heavy I was.
Ironically, I decided to lose weight weeks before I realized that I was pregnant with Rubio.
The pregnancy was unplanned and one of my initial reactions when I found it out was my concern about my dieting.
I could not stop from my wildly important goal (WIG) and that was to lose those unwanted pounds.
After giving birth to Rubio, I committed myself to eating healthy foods in small amounts.
I also became engaged in slight physical activities while recuperating from my caesarean operation.

Last Saturday, I was looking at our pictures and I was able to validate my claim that I really lost a
substantial amount of weight in 2012.

Eating a healthy and filling breakfast probably helped to my weight loss. Last year, I was only eating
2 pieces of pandesal and a cup of coffee. This year, I see to it that my breakfast is both filling and fulfilling.
As a result, my metabolism fastens up and my body was able to burn calories properly.

I stopped drinking soda and eating chocolates this year, too. I acknowledged that chocolates and soda are high in calories and adding them to my daily diet would produce a fatter me. Instead, I indulge in a slice of pineapple after lunch.

This year, I move a lot and do a lot of housework. Having a toddler and a baby is a sure way of burning calories but doing the laundry, sweeping the floor, polishing the floor and washing the dishes were like being enrolled in a gym class to me: the effect is just the same; weight loss.

Losing weight is like winning a battle. I feel triumphant everytime I’m able to wear my old clothes that has been stocked in my closet for five years. Good thing, I saved those clothes and believed that someday, I would be able to wear them again.

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