Who's this girl?

Welcome to my blog!

I'm Santana.

New (2013) Me! At approximately 120lbs.

I'm currently married to the most wonderful man who has ever lived... except for maybe Jesus (seriously, don't be offended... and please laugh at my bad jokes!).  I got married when I was 19... and no, not because I was pregnant.  I had my first baby 1 1/2 years later.  She was the most beautiful thing I ever did. I, however, did not feel so beautiful. Here we are:

Old (2010) Me. At approximately 176lbs.

I looked a little different, right? It wasn't because I had just had a baby, trust me. Marriage and baby #1 were not kind to me.  As a new wife, I cooked... and I cooked GOOD. I went from a healthy 125lbs to 135lbs while I dated my hubby.  Then, before getting pregnant my weight went to 150lbs.  I mean, my dinner plans always included an entrée, side pasta dish, and about zero vegetables (oops!).  I gained 46lbs during my pregnancy and only lost 20lbs after I had my girl.  So, that put me at 176lbs.  And I felt it.  My body ached... I could barely breathe.  And I was pretty sad.  We were poor early in our marriage and I couldn't buy new clothes.  Clothes that fit me at 135lbs DEFINITELY didn't fit my new frame.  Imagine how I felt. Depressed yet?  It gets worse.

Four months postpartum, I decided it was time to change.  I, then, decided to start Zumba... an aerobic dance class.  It is so fun and seriously like going to a party.  I totally recommend it.  Six weeks went by and what happened?  Absolutely nothing.
Why did nothing happen?  This is why:

Whoopie Pies: A giant, delicious dessert consisting of fluffy frosting smashed between two, amazingly soft cake-like cookies.  Absolutely sinful!


Although I started exercising, I didn't change my diet.  I continued eating my weight in pasta, loads of sweets, and not enough vegetable, fruits and whole grains (ya know, the really good stuff). As I was walking out of Albertsons with my freshly bought variety of whoopie pies , a car drove by.  I don't know who was in the car and they certainly didn't know or care about me because they had the nerve to yell out their window and call me a "Fatty." Rude!
 And yet, I owe those inconsiderate poo-poo heads a great, BIG, THANK-YOU!
It was the slap in the face I needed to really change my life.
So, now I run.
I eat healthy foods and love them (I'll share some recipes later).
And I eat the bad stuff, too... In moderation, of course.
It took me 1 1/2 years and my weight got down to 119lbs and then I got pregnant with my second bundle of joy.
So, I continued to run.
I continued to eat healthy.
I feel good.

 And three months postpartum, I was thin again.  Who knew that could happen?  I certainly didn't.
This blog will be way to record the changes I've made that have brought me to this point.
I don't want to ever forget.
And maybe it'll help somebody else along their journey.
See you soon!