My beautiful baby girl turns 10 years old Monday.
Her birth signifies a lot in my life. She would be my last child and my only girl. She was the only child I had without medication (oh my goodness), I had Hooters for the last time while I was in labor with her (true story) and it would mark one more thing in my life that I hope I never see again…
A “2” in front of my weight.
People are quick to give you a “pass” when you’re pregnant. Gaining weight “is” part of the package deal. Eating like you’re a maniac is not. And that’s what I did. Pregnancy was a stressful time for me. I was a newlywed, living in a new city, with a child starting kindergarten and I was high risk. The fear of her dying like my son Jordan weighed heavy on me. I had headaches so bad that I couldn’t even get out of the bed for days. I did the only thing that ever brought me consistent comfort: eat. I ate myself back into the 200’s after trying so hard to get the weight off. I went from 158 (the day of my engagement in August of 2002) to 218 the day before her birth (October, 2003).
It’s been a trying 10 years; a time of trying to find my way.
Shortly after her birth, I said good-bye to three more things: meat, anti-depressants and my last anorexic episode (which I had trying to get the weight off). I look back now and wonder, “how in the world did I get here?” And I want to celebrate. I mean REALLY celebrate because those things almost killed me. I ate a lot of fried chicken and fish (deep fried), the last anorexic episode I had landed me in the ER (read about that here) and the last set of anti-depressants I took left me so suicidal that I almost killed myself and my children.
This is the year to celebrate my life.
Months ago, I shared that a gentleman in the gym spoke a prophecy over me that shook me a little bit. But, every day, when things come to fruition, I know it was true. I was late for a meeting because he was talking to me me and that meeting was the beginning of what has now turned into my life as a community health coach. He told me, “You are going to do things so big that people aren’t going to believe it.” And let me tell you, they don’t. 🙂 I don’t believe it myself. I don’t believe that I am in the position right now to encourage people to do what I could not do at one time. I cannot believe that I do not have to shop in the plus size section or I can’t resist dessert or eat it without feeling guilty if I want it. I can’t believe I’ve went ten years without hot wings. 🙂
I believe that man’s words to be true. God saved me for a reason. Today, I’m ready to teach the Piloxing in Pink event, knowing that I’m making a difference, somewhere, somehow.
What are you doing that you didn’t think you could do? And how are you sharing that with the world?