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Things Change- It’s just the beginning

2 May

When I first became a teenager I remember being very self-conscious about my body. I wore baggy jeans that I could take off without unbuttoning, big bulky sneakers, and shirts I was swimming in. Even when I got a little older and did decide to “show a little skin” I felt uncomfortable, of course now I would kill to have that body again.

 By my junior year of high school I became a little more comfortable with my body and I embraced it. I appreciated that  I could eat what I wanted without having to workout a lick. Once I hit college I loved to shop because I could go in just about any store and grab a 4 or a 6 and knew it would fit, until it didn’t!

I remember going to buy a pair of jeans, my usual size 6, and they didn’t quite fit. So I figured “well we (my boyfriend and I) have been going out to eat a lot, I guess it’s starting to catch up to me” and didn’t think much of it. Not more than a couple of weeks later I was in the mall with a friend and decided to get some jeans and this time the 8 didn’t fit! I thought “there is no way I am bigger than an 8 that fast?” I think I tried on a few styles before I realized it was me and not the jeans. During the next few days, maybe weeks, I was feeling nauseous, and then the vomiting started as did the processing of what was going on with me. “I have gained weight really fast, I have been really nauseous lately, did I miss a cycle?” I took a home pregnancy test and realized that the weight gain was just the beginning of the many changes I was getting ready to go through. 

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It’s Not Just You

24 Apr

When I first decided to write a blog many topics came to mind. I decided to start with what I have been totally consumed by: Motherhood!

Over the years I have become very candid about different parts of my life, namely my experiences as a mother. I am willing to talk about my 70 pound weight gain, my sciatica problems, not being able to put my own socks on (even while sitting), the time poop came shooting at me like it was came from a cannon, and the six weeks my son spent in the NICU. I of course shared these events with my friends and family although not many of them could relate.  They did however have their own experiences to share in an empathetic, and sometimes sympathetic, way.

Just talking to other moms and sharing and venting can give you a sense of support that you can’t get in any other way.  However, moms tend to want to give the perception of perfection and therefore we infrequently share our mishaps and misfortunes in our journey of raising children because we don’t want to get  the “gasp and look”, and you know what I’m referring to!

I want Franklyimamom to be a place where moms can feel comfortable sharing their experiences without worrying about being judged. I hope that in coming here and reading this blog you feel like part of a group and not feel like you’re alone in this. I want you to read this and sigh a breath of relief as you think…                                                                  “so it’s not just me”.