So when i got into my teen years i lost A LOT of weight. Some of it through stupidity (eating disorder and drugs) but most of it through exercise.
Well as most of you know, I am a housewife, and I have recently given birth to a beautiful baby girl...so extra weight is expected.
When I had my first daugher however, I droped 50 lbs. EASILY!
With this pregnancy...not so much. I gained a whopping 85 LBS!!!!!! She wasn't a big baby either, just me and my husband like to eat. And the pregnancy gave me the excuse to (like in cuba one night we ordered each 8 hamburgers)(sick huh???)
So anyways, last night was going to be the first night that i really used my stripper pole. I bought special langerie just for the night, and i practiced SUPER HARD throughout the day (except when i was on the chat). I was ready to go...
then I go to put on the outfit.......doesn't fit....at all.
So i literally pulled my sweats back on crawled into bed told jim "don't fucking touch me" and cried. Cried the hardest he has ever seen me cry. I don't know if it was the crying or if it was the fact that i was disgusted with myself, but i ended up puking. I couldn't do anything at all. JIm had to take care of lisa.
augh it was a bad night...and morning. I don't want to look at food, i don't want to make lunch for my four year old...its just chaos in my brain...

