I've gained a lot of weight over the past three years. I haven't been worried about it because the gain was all baby-related: I had a child in 2008 and another in 2010. As a young, fairly-active woman with an athletic background, I figured that within six months after the birth of my second child, I would be back down to my pre-baby weight.
Six months came and went, and I was still 20 pounds heavier than I wanted to be. Again, I didn't worry; it was wintertime, and everyone puts on weight in the winter. It's part of our biological makeup. To help keep us warm. Of course.
Finally, in spring 2011, two events happened almost simultaneously: I needed new jeans and I needed an Easter dress. Because I knew my jeans size, I went ahead and ordered a pair, not bothering to take any measurements. As for the dress, I knew that I had several sizes in my closet and one of them would fit me.
When the jeans arrived, I couldn't zip them. Panicked, I tried on every appropriate dress in my closet, from smallest to largest. Nothing fit. Something had to change.
I began my research on diets, fad and otherwise. The ones that seemed to work the best were low-carbohydrate diets, but I absolutely did not want to give up bread. We eat it at nearly every meal in our family, to the point that we make our own 2-3 times a week. There had to be another way.
There wasn't. After several weeks of deliberation, I realized that I had to cut out bread, sugar, and alcohol if I was going to make any changes. I was nearly sold on the South Beach Diet when I discovered the Dukan Diet.