Before my pregnancy, I was not in shape at all. It had been probably a year before conceiving since I had exercised at all and my diet was horrible. I was drinking beer on the regular and eating out almost every meal. Days would go by without using my oven. I made all sorts of excuses as to why I was living that way. I was busy, always working. I wasn’t a “vain person” so who cares if I was a little fluffy? Looking back, I definitely wasn’t my happiest then in a lot of ways, and was just living out the tail end of my “party days” in my late 20’s, completely. . . .