UCLAgirl

Ted is one of my best friends, and I love him dearly. He is the Base Executive Officer for one of the largest military installations in the US. Last year (I am the daughter of a Brig. General, in case anyone wonders why my experiences are mostly with military officers!)  I accompanied many friends both high ranking, and not so high to their functions. I am just the girl you call when you need an escort (NOT that kind lol) to these things. He called today and asked if I would join him for the base family day at the beach….IN THE MIDDLE OF JUNE! Thats right, less than a month to knock some of the weight off. I cant imagine squeezing into a sundress looking like this. Now I really have to do it. I really want to enjoy this without having to deal with the stares and people wondering how on earth the Generals daughter got so fat. So come on ladies, lets all buckle down and kick eachothers butts into shape. Lord knows I need it!

So, this time last year I was in shape, happy and enjoying life. Let me just say this year has been insane. One phone call and everything has been thrown into a woodchipper. “Sam, your husband has been hurt. Its really serious. We will have you on the first plane to meet his med evac.”, was the call that changed my life and brought 5 successful deployments to a screeching halt. There was no homecoming. There was no balloons. There was months of me being away from my children, my friends, my life, my happiness. Weeks spent in ICU eating out of vending machines. Then weeks of pizza by the bed side while my now blind and paralyzed husband lay there in tears and constant need of support. I came home with snug jeans determined to lose the weight I gained while there. But as a caregiver to now 4 people my active life of running every morning and chasing my kids all over town became sedentary. My husband, no longer to engage in activities we did before, preferred to not brave the “scary” outside world, but rather have me by his side in our home. Summer turned to fall, winter, and now spring. I am a shadow of what I was last year. A big one at that. I lost the glow I have always had. Im sluggish. Always tired. I need to do this. I need to committ and lose the weight. My birthday was last week and I was actually so heavy I didnt even want to go out to celebrate. I have never ever had a weight problem and I must say I am anything but comfortable in my new skin. I need support ladies. As amazing as all my buddies have been (mostly officers in the marine corps and navy), having a bunch of amazing, smart, sexy, funny men tell you they think you are perfect as you are isnt motivation. It adds more to my reasoning that I dont need to lose the weight. And yes, I dont look near 200lbs, and yes I can still fit in a size 12 in Gucci, but my body isnt healthy and everytime I huff up 2 flights of stairs its a reminder. So please, anyone willing to kick my butt feel free to message me. I definitely need someone to remind me that this isnt cosmetic anymore, that this is now for my health and to set a good example as a parent.