By some miracle, I managed to drop 25 lbs. before the wedding. It's all well and fine to be rich and famous, or to discover a cure for some horrible disease, but what really counts is being skinny. It's a good thing that so many photos were taken of me on my wedding day. They provide permanent proof that I lost weight before I took that momentous stroll down the aisle. The pounds that I had so painstakingly shed during my Summer of Discontent had come back with a vengeance once I started cooking for my brand new hubby.
Desperate times call for desperate measures.
A few months into married life, I decided that it was time for me to get serious about losing weight. I knew that I wanted to start a family in the very near future, and I wasn't too thrilled at the idea of starting out my pregnancy at 200 lbs. Little did I know that Demi would ultimately set the bar a few feet higher for image-conscious pregnant women. I ended up making that trek to labour and delivery four more times over the next decade. If I'd stopped gaining weight after each baby was born, I probably would have been able to keep my weight problems under control.