As you know, when I HAD TO go grain free, it was because I had become EXTREMELY allergic to grain thanks to scientists messing with nature. One day I will explain GMO (Genetically Modified Organism) to you, but not right now.
Anyway, during the year of terrible allergic reactions to the grain, I kept gaining weight. I had never gained weight my whole life even when I used to eat a double cheeseburger from Braum’s, a large french fry and two triple dip banana splits with all the toppings for lunch every Monday through Friday. I’m salivating just thinking about it. The banana split was a decadent delight – the vanilla scoop had chocolate syrup on top, the strawberry scoop had fresh strawberries with juice slathered over it and the chocolate dip had marshmallow and fudge oozing all over it. The whole thing was covered with TONS of whipped cream, nuts and a beautiful bright red cherry on top. Delicious beyond all words and description.
Where was I?
Oh yeah, I’m telling you that I didn’t EVER gain weight. Even when I was pregnant with Alyssa, I didn’t gain weight or have a tummy until my SEVENTH month. I am NOT SUPER thin because I am bigger boned and taller, but I wasn’t fat. Well, I wasn’t fat until I kept gaining weight because I didn’t know I was allergic to grain and it was wreaking havoc on my body. Towards the end of the nightmare before my windpipe swelled up and nearly suffocated me to death, I was gaining A POUND A DAY. I’m sure a bunch of it was water, but the rest was just plain fat.
When I stopped eating the grain products, I immediately started losing weight. You wouldn’t ever believe me if I told you how much weight I lost because even my family was like, “You weighed how much?!!!!” I will save that number for another post because you will all pass out, plus I need to find a before and after picture so that I can try to make you believe I REALLY weighed THAT much.
A couple days ago, I found my smaller and skinnier jeans. I know I’ve lost more weight since I was laid off from my job, so I figured I would give it a shot and tried on my used-to-be jean size. I kept the jeans because I KNEW I would eventually fit in them again. I also have some jeans the next size down too because you just never know how toned I’m going to become some day. So I tried the jeans on and much to my joy and surprise, they fit…great. No sucking in to button them and no shaking back and forth to make the butt fit. I just pulled them right up, buttoned them and they fit like a glove.
I probably would have told you sooner but…
Yesterday I spent from 8:00 a.m. to 10:00 p.m. applying for jobs online. It is so crazy that everything is online these days. The last time I had to look for a job, I walked into the business and handed them my paper resume and application. The world changes so fast. Anyway, I didn’t even eat lunch yesterday because I was so involved with the application process.
At 10:20 p.m. I did that stupid thing I do…I told myself that I would just lay down on the couch for a “moment” and take a short “nod” so that I could get up and write a post. Obviously, I was exhausted and my fingers didn’t see the keys the rest of the night.
Upon awakening, I thought, “Oh darn it! I didn’t write a post or tweet or do anything on my Facebook!” So being the dedicated blogger and because I need a little break from job applications, I thought I would share the happiness I feel because I’m just fine and wearing skinnier jeans these days. I am healthy as an old mule since I stopped eating grain and I swear I feel 25 years old! I promise I’m not going to tell you that you why you should stop eating grain, but it is SUCH a thrill to have all the inflammation in my body completely gone because there is no more inflammation causing grain in it. (wink) I know. I couldn’t help myself from saying at least that one sentence.
So I’m sharing the picture with you of my successful jean encounter AND my TUCKED IN T-SHIRT without a muffin top. I know there’s no upper body in the picture. Alyssa was in a hurry this morning to get to work and couldn’t take pictures of me, but at least I have the jeans to show you.
One more thing…no one comment about how dang white my foot is because the God of Pale Skin will strike you with lightning today. 😉
I told ya’ I was whiiiiiiiiiite.
I can think of only one really great expression to describe how happy I am with my skinnier jeans fitting again…
Yes, that is one word. You just have to be a southern girl to understand. 😉