Denial
About a month ago, while getting ready for work, I bent over to pick something up and the lining in the seat of my pants ripped. How embarrassing. Thankfully, I was home and it was only the inside lining of the pants and not the outer fabric. A week later, the same thing happened again, different pants. Although both pairs were from Ann Taylor and I've had them for a few years. "Huh," I thought to myself, "I must be sending these to the dry cleaners too often. The fabric must be becoming thread-bare or something." I brought both pairs to the tailor and resolved to look into hand-washing my dress pants. I mean, it's probably better for the environment anyway, right?
Then about week after that, I put on a pair of freshly washed jeans. Except, funny, they wouldn't button. Even my fail-safe measure crouching up and down to stretch them out didn't work. I mean, these weren't even close to buttoning. Strange. I could have sworn they fit just last week. Maybe I need to shorten the amount of time my jeans are in the dryer?
Later that day, wearing a different pair of jeans, I couldn't help to notice that they were kind of uncomfortable. Like, they didn't fit well. And then I got to thinking about how there were other pants that I had recently stopped wearing because they were uncomfortable as well. My mind floated back to the jeans that would not button and then, suddenly, to the dress pants with the split seams. A lightbulb went off.
It may seem absurd, but until that moment it didn't occur to me that all these things were related. That the problem was not that my clothes were magically shrinking. My ass was getting big.
I've gained weight before, but I swear I've never split pants open before. I got on a scale. Oh yeah. Right there in black and white. Twenty pounds up from my ideal weight, 15 pounds up from
my post-baby weight. Sweet Jesus.
I mean, I know, I haven't really been trying. Not working out, not eating well. What exactly did I expect to happen? The alarming part is that I didn't really notice this expansion.
So, I finally started going to yoga practice. It's only been two weeks so far, but it's a start. Ron and I bought an exercise bike. We assembled it over the weekend but have yet to ride it. It was Ron's idea to buy it. My thoughts were originally that it would become an oversized clothes hanger. I have yet to meet a person who has purchased in-house exercise equipment and actually uses it.
I'm realizing now though that we have no choice. Ron's gained more weight than I have and so exercise is becoming crucial. Diet alone is not going to be enough. Ron is rapidly approaching 40 and has a family history of heart problems. Actually, I have a family history of heart problems too. Plus, I'm vain. Plus, if I am ever to have another baby (something that's being postponed for awhile, but that's another story), it certainly is not going to help to be 20 pounds overweight from the start. All vanity aside though, I don't want our weight issue to become a medical issue. So exercise we must.
Inertia is a funny thing. I know, in my heart, that exercising will make me feel better, and yet, laziness has a firm grasp on me right now. Someone who used to exercise twice a day, back at square one. After my first yoga practice, Ron and Rolo met me at the Starbucks across the street. Ron asked me how the class was, and I replied, "It's the first time I've felt like myself in a year and a half." "I'm glad," he said as he smiled. By the look in his eyes, I could tell he knew that by getting me the yoga classes, he was buying back pieces of his wife.
So back to square one. Ron and I allowed our lives to be railroaded over the last year. Time to get back on track.
Labels: fitness, Living
Happy New Year!
Yes, I made stupid resolutions this year. I was watching TV yesterday and some "resolution expert" was directly people to make resolutions that were very specific and put them on the fridge.
1. Lose 10 pounds. This was orginally "lose weight", but then, you know, the "expert" said to be specific so I figured I should have a particular number in mind. I had gone back down to my pre-pregnancy weight, which is five pounds higher than my ideal weight, but now I've gone up 5 pounds from that. So, 10 pounds it is and to assist with this I've come up with some sub-catergories of this resolution"
- Stretch/yoga-at-home three mornings a week.
- Go to yoga class once a week (my fabulous son got me 50 classes at a local yoga studio for Christmas).
- Limit take-out food to one day per week. I figure if I stop ordering food 2-3 times a week, eating healthier may be easier.
- Attempt family dinners. Since forever now, I feed Rolo shortly after we get home each day and then Ron and I eat after Rolo goes to bed. In a way, I like this, because it allows Ron and I to eat in peace. Also, Ron sometimes isn't home until 7pm or so, which is a little late to expect a toddler to have dinner. On the other hand, waiting until after he's sleeping, we wind up eating at like 8:30pm and the later it gets, the more attractive ordering take-out food seems. In order for this to work, it will involve several things. Namely, I'll need to leave work promptly at 5pm so Rolo and I can get home by 5:30pm, so that I can then start cooking and have dinner ready at a reasonable hour. I'll also have to give up my fantasy that it will always be the three of us, because in reality, it will often just be Rolo and I. Note to self: find recipes that will heat up well for Ron.
2. One of my other resolutions is to use my gift certificate from LAST CHRISTMAS to Toppers Spa for things I would normally never do. Like a hot stone facial. Along with this, I'd like to resolve that yes, in fact, hair cuts and manicures and other frilly things can still be part of my life and therefore I should schedule them in advance like any other appointment. My entire life does not need to be about work and family. There can be just be me-time.
3. Try not to freak out about the future.
In other news, and related to #3, Ron's been offered and has accepted the opportunity to remain at his hospital for an additional year of training in a sub-specialty, thus pushing his fellowship completion date back to the summer of 2010. He's really interested in this sub-specialty and although the thought of extending his fellowship isn't ideal (I mean the idea of being "done" this June was pretty alluring), I think it's a good move to follow your dreams when presented with the opportunity to do so.
The icky part is that the work hours of this extended year will be horrific and I pretty much have to resign myself to the fact that I won't see Ron for a year beginning this summer. Believe me, selfishly, I hate the idea of that and a part of me wasn't going to be disappointed one bit if he decided not to do this extra year. However, the more mature part of my brain realizes that a year of sacrifice is worth Ron working in a field he really loves for the rest of his life. The good news is that this means he can put off his job search another year and we'll be staying put in the area for a while longer.
So, you know, happy 2009! I'm off to have a drink.
Labels: fitness, Living
Something Changed
There's been this recurrent thought or series of thoughts running through my head the last year and I've been trying to wrap my head around them for some tme now.
Remember
the dresses for my brother's wedding? Well I ordered Option 1 and Option 3. Option one, the black and white one with the green sash didn't fit right. I don't think I could have taken a size larger or smaller, it just didn't flatter me. And Option 3...well, I should love Option 3, the strapless green floral. It fits well. I like the pattern. It hides my post-baby pouch. But I look at it and all I can think about is that I can't wear a strapless dress. Not because of any church rules or because I don't like strapless dresses. In fact, almost every dress I own is strapless. I just put this new dress on and I suddenly feel like I'm exposing too much. I feel like a 33 year old posing as a 25 year old. And then there's this question: do mothers wear strapless dresses?
Don't laugh, I'm serious. In many ways my life is so much more mult-dimensional now that I have Rolo. But something else happened too. It's like a switch flipped and I'm not the same person anymore. Which, like, duh, I guess on some level every new mother feels because all of a sudden, you have a new label: mom. This is different than what I antipicated though. I feel like a different person and that my former self is a stranger. Sometimes I feel like a stranger in my own skin. I'm not sure that it's good or bad, just different.
Some of it is a self-consciousness that I don't think I had before. I know I'm not the best looking girl in the room, but I was always fairly confident about how I looked. I was in tune with my own body. Now....not so much. Maybe because I have less (read: zero) time to focus on myself I'm not as in touch with my own self-perception.
Maybe because I know other people tend to, silently or otherwise, critique mothers fairly harshly (something I am guilty of myself) and now I assume people who either see me with Rolo or know I have him are doing that very critiquing of me. Maybe I don't want to wear a strapless dress to the wedding because people may think "Who does she think she is? Just had a baby and strutting in here in her little strapless number?" Maybe it's because my shoulders and arms used to be toned and now? Now I have that extra mom wave (you know when you wave your arm and fat on your bicep wiggles too). I'm not really suggesting that I have a weight problem, just a different-than-it-used-to-be body problem.
It's more than just this one dress. I go clothes shopping and rarely ever buy anything. I may try clothes on and they may fit fine, but I just...don't think I look good in most things anymore. I lack the desire to actually make purchases. And it stems back to having Rolo. Or maybe it was getting older? Is this what it feels like to get older? I've never felt old before.
Maybe I'm depressed? I don't think I am. I'm not sad or anxious. I just can't seem to reconcile my old self with my new self. Maybe it's just a body image thing. Maybe if I could ever get back to a gym, I would be able to purge all this from my system.
Labels: fitness, not the mama, random
Defying Numbers
To assist me in getting back on a health kick, I've decided to weigh myself once a week. On Wednesdays. Weigh-In Wednesdays. So yesterday, for the first time in months, I stepped on a scale.
I was shocked.
I guess in a good way. I'm only 4 pounds heavier than what I consider my normal weight, only two pounds heavier than my pre-pregnancy weight. And yet, this makes no sense.
Because my mid-section definitely has a spare tire thing going on. And my arms, decided larger than before. Same with my thighs. I know a part of this is a toning issue and not a weight issue. I thought for sure I was about 10-12 pounds over my "normal" weight. How can I be definitely larger in some areas of my body, but only 4 pounds heavier?
Oh, I know! My boobs are gone.
Labels: fitness
Slow Going
So awhile back, I
posted that I was taking my body back and starting an exercise routine. Remember that? HA! That didn't happen.
Yesterday, I went for my first jog (and I use the word "jog" loosely) in, well, Lord only knows how long. Over a year, easily. But it was the first time I "worked out" since July. It went better than I would have expected, given nearly 9 months of inactivity, and it felt good. You know, in sort of a painful, wheezing sort of way.
Jogging isn't really my thing, I don't enjoy it, but I am hoping that I can do it three times a week. If I can somehow commit to that, then I'll consider joining a gym, allowing me the opportunity to do the bikes, elipticals and take classes.
Anyway, by the time I get home from picking Rolo up at daycare after work, it's 6pm and he's more than ready for dinner. Ron gets home somewhere between 6pm and 8pm, depending on the day (not including the nights he's on call and not home at all). Rolo is ready for him nightime bottle and bed around 7:30pm. And we do like to spend some time playing with him since we don't see him all day. Between all that and then things like laundry, grocery shopping, making dinner, bathing Rolo and some required reading Ron has do, it doesn't always leave time to go for a run. Honestly. I think the longer days and warmer temperatures will at least make it a possibility these next few months.
Anyway, so my jog yesterday was at least a first step.
Labels: baby, fitness
Weighing In
Last week I went to the doctor's for a routine visit and learned that I'm only 11 pounds heavier than what I consider to be my normal weight. I'm 17 pounds heavier than I was at my wedding, but eh, who's counting? I'm pretty pleased that I basically only have to lose about 10 pounds. I thought the problem was worse, but 10 pounds seems doable. I have to factor in that my metabolism may slow down when I stop breastfeeding next month, but it's still doable. It's entirely possible that once I stop breastfeeding, I'll lose 5 pounds in my boobs alone (here's hoping!).
The fact that many of my pants don't fit me though doesn't really line up with the amount of weight I have to lose. I've been heavier than this and still had my pants fit. Which leads me to believe that things have definitely "shifted" since I had Rolo. My problem may not be so much about losing weight as it is about toning up. I plan on reviving my quest to find a neighborhood gym in the next week or two. Even if I can only go once or twice a week, I would really love to get back in the game next month.
Labels: baby, fitness
Progress
So far, Operation Turn-Off-The-TV is going pretty well. I've been out walking twice this week and plan to go again tomorrow. It's actually kind of funny, but I put all my work-out gear on and headed out the door with the carriage. Funny because someone who used to work out twice a day has been reduced to a brisk walk as exercise. I can't even say I was speed-walking, because the
Bugaboo currently has the bassinett attachment and this has no restraint system. Which means if I take curbs or bumps too quickly, little Rolo gets jostled all over the place. So for now, I'm just walking at a slightly faster than normal pace. But I've been going for over an hour and check out little neighborhoods in the process. Yesterday we walked around Queen Village and Bella Vista. I love those areas and I'm kind of sad we never bought a house there. On Monday, we toured Old City and I found
this place, which I had seen featured on the Food Network, and I totally need to visit at a time that's appropriate to have ice cream (apparently it's not open at 10am when we passed. Like no one ever wants ice cream at 10am). Anyway, despite this being a huge departure from my normal fitness routine, I feel more productive just being in sneakers, shorts and walking faster than just the leisurely pace I've adopted over the last couple of months.
And I've been reading. Inspired by the book reading last week, I re-read Ann Patchett's "Truth and Beauty". I figured I'd start my reading slowly, since my memory is totally shot, by reading something I'd already read. I don't do this as much anymore, but when I was younger, I would re-read books, three or four times. Actually, I read "Gone With the Wind" twenty-seven times before I stopped keeping track. For some reason, a phrase or a scene in a book would pop into my mind and I'd become obsessed with it until I'd read the book all over again to find that section. I finished "Truth and Beauty" and I finally found my copy of Elizabeth Gilbert's "Eat, Pray, Love". I'm about a third into that book and am LOVING it so far. So yeah, the reading thing is going well. I feel smarter already.
It's been a slow start for cooking, although I have a new, completely made-up recipe, going in my slow-cooker right now. And I got all the ingredients for
this pear and apple crisp the other day, knowing that today was supposed to be rainy. I'd figured it would be a good day to stay in and cook. We'll see how far along I get with that recipe because all the peeling and coring is somewhat labor-intensive so I'm hoping Rolo settles in for a long nap.
Lastly, after my little fit last week, I find that I am enjoying being home after all. Not every minute of it, but as an overall experience. I enjoy it because I know it's temporary and that makes it somewhat bittersweet. After some soul searching, and temporary moments of insanity when I thought "maybe I could be a stay-at-home mom", I've come to the conclusion that in a perfect world I would work part-time. Or maybe go to school part-time. And then spend the rest of the time with little Rolo. At any rate, then there would be some structure to my days, something to occupy my mind, while spending more time with my son than working full-time allows. But that's not a realistic plan, because I'm the breadwinner right now, so...back to full time I go.
Labels: books, fitness, food, Rolo
The Day the TV Got Turned Off
Wednesday night, I went to an
Ann Patchett reading and book signing with my friend
Christy. Turns out Ann Patchett is wonderfully entertaining. She and I share something in common and that's that our husbands think we are very unfunny.
So you all know I've been home, not really working since I had Rolo. I was proud of the fact that since the day he was born, I showered, put on makeup and got dressed every day. I leave the house most days. These were all good goals to have for, say, the first couple of weeks. But I haven't really progressed past these goals and this, my friends, is a problem.
After the Ann Patchett reading, it really hit home that I had not been reading. Well, anything other than magazines and they don't really count. I was an English major in college for Christ's sake. And here I am not reading.
Not cooking either. Oh, I make dinner most nights, but I don't research and try new recipes like I used to--and actually I don't even look up old recipes I used to make. I just make 3 or 4 things I have committed to memory. Pretty dull on the ol' taste buds.
Not exercising either. I can't even pretend like I'm exercising. I don't even do my usual stretching or yoga at home. Nothing. Nada. I refuse to join a gym until I can get myself into some sort of routine at home.
So this is the trifecta: reading, cooking and exercising. I need to start doing these things again. These are the new goals. I know it's unrealistic to think I can do each of these things every day. But I can do them all every week. The first step is to turn off the TV. Watching shows on the Food Network, HGTV, and Style have fooled me into thinking I'm not a couch potato. Because I was watching some semi-educational shows, I didn't count as "doing nothing". But TV has turned me into a vegetable and I've never before been a couch potato. So the TV gets turned off. I'm allowing an hour in the mornings of CNN and the Weather Channel and perhaps something in the evenings. But during the day, if I don't have work to do, it's all about reading, or yoga or putting together the recipe binder that I've been putting off for a year.
Time to go read.
Labels: baby, fitness, i like stories, random
Lately
Well I'm back to work. Sort of.
On Friday night, I took Ron to
Penang. We'd both been before, although not with each other. Since it's a chain (I think), I'm not sure how authentic the food is, but I always get the same thing anyway. I'm not too adventurous with my food and I alway get the mango chicken. Mainly because it's the one thing on the menu that I can actually tell what it is. And it's good. Also very good is the Indian pancake appetizer. Super yum. The decor is nothing particularly spectacular and it's pretty loud when it's crowded. Penang is Malaysian, but as far as ambience goes, if I'm going to Chinatown, I prefer
Vietnam Restaurant, which is obviously Vietnamese. My palate is not particularly refined, so alot of Asian cuisine tastes similar to me.
Saturday we went to my parents' house for my dad's birthday. My parents couldn't be more thrilled to see Rolo. They are totally smitten and it warms my heart to see that. Rolo has started smiling routinely now, and you would think my parents won the lottery each time he smiled at them. Of course he also smiles at the ceiling, the TV and the inside of his stroller, but who cares? They're very bitter people, my parents, and I think Rolo is beginning to mend their broken hearts.
Sunday was our niece's christening and I had two beers at the party afterward! Whoohoo!
This week and next I'm going to try to establish some sort of schedule for Rolo, since I'm eventually going to need to actually leave the house for work each day and get Rolo to day care. I'm also going to try to reintroduce exercise to my routine. Just power walking to start. I have 10 pounds to lose to be about my pre-pregnancy weight. And I really have another 5 to lose on top of that to be at my ideal weight. But I'll settle for 10 for now. I gained a ton of weight at the end of my pregnancy because of fluid retention, so I've lost about 30 pounds already. But really that was mainly fluid that I sweat out, so it was effortless. This other 10 is not going anywhere without me doing some work. My diet has also gone downhill (it's much easier to eat a donut with one hand than it is to have a bowl of cereal with fruit when your infant is screaming) so I need to start behaving on that front too.
Time to start getting back (somewhat) to my normal life.
Labels: fitness, food, preggo, random
The Incredible Shrinking Uterus
I left the hospital earlier this month looking about 6 months pregnant, which I had expected because all the books tell you that you will look 6 months pregnant when you give birth and that you better bring maternity clothes to go home in. Like I was planning on wearing my Levi's skinny jeans home or something.
Anyway, by 10 days post pardum, I was able to fit into some of my larger size regular clothes. Now my maternity clothes don't fit, but most of my regular clothes don't either, so I'm having a bit of a fashion crisis. Maybe I need to go shopping.
My abdomen, of course, bore the brunt of the weight gain. I expected that. But it seems my ass and hips got their share of it too. I had expected not to be able to button my old pants, but it's disheartening to not be able to get them over your hips. But, then again, since it's only been 3 weeks and I haven't exercised at all, I can't really complain. I may not have my old figure back, but you wouldn't know I was pregnant recently either. Plus, according to Hollywood standards, I still have 3 weeks before I have to be ready to walk the runway.
By the way, it's weird not being pregnant anymore.
Three more weeks until my 6 week post-pardum doctor's visit and at that, I'm expecting the green light to get back into an exercise routine. Which means I need to decide on a gym to join. In the meantime, I've got to start taking Rolo for regular walks. This week has been a complete wash because of the rain.
What they don't tell you is how completely exhausted you'll be after giving birth. I'm not talking about sleep deprivation--that's a whole other thing. I mean getting winded from walking up a flight of stairs. I mean walking 10 blocks and being quite certain you can't walk back home. You all know I was in shape, that I had been working out until about 3 weeks before Rolo was born. So it shocked me to be this weak for this long. Just in the last day or so, it's gotten better.
Baby steps, I suppose. No pun intended.
Labels: fitness, preggo
White Flag
As I've mentioned, so far my weight gain has been pretty average. It would be less if I stopped eating so much ice cream. While I eat a fairly healthy diet, I do indulge in lots of treats. For breakfast each morning, I eat a bowl of
GoLean Crunch, mixed with a little whole grain
Total and top it off with 2% milk and blueberries. And I always drink that with a glass of water. Nowadays, though, I've started adding either a small glass of OJ (with calcium) or a fruit smoothie. I always keep some vanilla yogurt, bananas, frozen strawberries and raspberries on hand to whip up a smoothie in the morning. I like to think that between the juice or smoothie, that makes up the extra 300 calories or so I'm supposed to take in daily.
Lunches for me are pretty much the same week to week. Well, I don't eat a really full lunch very often. I eat little things all day long: yogurt (sometimes with granola, sometimes without), dried cranberries, sliced peppers with hummus, yogurt-covered raisins, spinach salad with strawberries, trail mix, and occasionally half of a peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. There are several bottles of water a day as well.
Why am I suddenly reminded of
Mighty Girl's book?
Then for dinner, it really depends. Last night we had BLT sandwiches, with a side of spinach salad. Unless it's pasta, there's usually always a meat involved with dinner. Sometime pork loin or pork chops, but more often it's chicken, done any of 32 ways. Occasionally, I'll make ribs or a pot roast. I usually pair these with either a salad, corn on the cob, whole grain rice, or broccoli. My husband doesn't "do" many vegetables. Usually water with dinner too.
So from reading that, it looks like a fairly healthy diet, right?
Well first off, in addition to all that other breakfast stuff, I usually have coffee and Something Bad when I first get to work. Like a donut. Or a cinnamon bun. Or a muffin the size of Kansas. And there are days, where in addition to all those little snacks I have throughout the day, a Milky Way candy bar, or lately, a milkshake from Wawa (really, not as gross as you might think) or chocolate chips cookies make their way onto the menu. Or if I forget to bring all my little snacks, I might order a sandwich--not necessarily a healthy one-- with fries or chips for lunch. As for dinner, when I cook at home, I'm pretty good. When we go out to eat, which is at least once a week, all bets are off. Nachos, pizza, anything fried, etc. This is nothing new and I've blogged about this before. I'm merely noting that that trend has continued into this pregnancy. And then there's the ice cream, which usually happens after dinner.
Anyway, despite all this eating, I'm still gaining the recommended amount of weight. Although some of that distributed all over my body, I'm fairly happy that most of it is in the front abdomen region and that from the back, you can't necessarily tell I'm pregnant. At least for now. However, after putting up a brave and valiant resistance to the weight gain, my legs have finally surrendered the fight. My left thigh and right thigh have become fast friends and now find it necessary to be touching at all times, even when I'm standing.
By mid-September I'll be able to start up a new fitness regime and boy, is that not going to be easy.
Labels: fitness, preggo
Work Out
As I type this, I'm eating one of my favorite things on earth: Entenmann's Original Chocolate Chip Cookies. It's like a slice of heaven.
Here's the thing, people: I've gained about 20 pounds. I don't feel like I've gained 20 pounds and I'm not even sure I look like I've gained 20 pounds. But the scale, which I have not been hopping on as religiously as I once did, does not lie. So the recommended weight gain is 25-35 pounds and I was hoping to be closer to the 25 pound end of the range, but with 12 weeks left to go, it seems likely that I'll be closer to the higher end of the range. Bummer.
A few friends have asked at different points over the last few months whether I'm still going to the gym. They ask because they're curious, but some also are secretly hoping that I'm not, that I've succumbed to laying on the couch in scrubs eating ho-hos. And I do lay on the couch eating ho-hos but I wait until
after I've gone to the gym to do that.
The truth is that I'm still at the gym regularly, but I have gotten a bit lazy. I've abandoned my two-a-day work outs. I had half-abandoned them before I was pregnant. I go to the gym 4-5 days a week instead of 6-7 days. I've also cut back so that I'm only doing about a half hour a day of cardio. Sometimes a little bit less if I'm lifting the same day. I find that I'm on the bike more often than any other machine. The bike. I have often criticized myself for working out on the bike because it's easier. But now, I think I'm cutting myself some slack because I'm just happy that I'm still working out. I do want to start using the eliptical more than I have been--it's better for me than the treadmill these days.
I'm also still taking my regular power yoga class, although obviously, I make modifications. Now that the belly is large and in charge, we'll see for how much longer that's possible with my changing center of gravity. What I have not been doing regularly, but what I really, really need to start doing regularly is Kegel exercises, because peeing in my pants is less than desirable.
And just to freak those of you who have not been pregnant yet,
here's something else I should be doing.
Labels: fitness, preggo
Innie
My belly button is totally freaking me out.
I've always had a very...deep belly button. I mean mine took being an "innie" to a whole new level. It was like a black hole deep, you just weren't sure where it ended. It was like someone had taken a melon baller and scooped out where I should have had a belly button. I have awoken from naps on the beach to friends playing a rousing game of improv basketball involving small shells and my bellybutton. I kid you not.
And now behold! My belly button is like
right there. I mean the inside part, the part never before visible to the naked eye is suddenly level with the rest of my abdomen. It's not an "outie" yet, but it seems only a matter of time.
It is totally weird.
In other news, I need to step up my time at the gym. I have slacked off during the last month and it shows. A bunch of things contributed to this: the amnio, a minor injury, my grandmother's funeral. But now it's time to get back on track. It doesn't help that I haven't been eating as well as I should either.
I've put on an average amount of weight for being 21 weeks pregnant. Probably around 12 pounds. That being said, in a perfect world it would be more like 8-9 pounds. Given that I still have 19 weeks to go and at a minimum one normally gains a pound a week from this point forward, I'm just going to have to be careful. The target weight gain is 25-35 lbs. Ideally, I'd like to be closer to 25, but my goal is really to not go over 35. Totally doable, but I have to stop having a chocolate croissant every morning. And ice cream at night.
As I expected, my body has decided to distribute the weight all over my body. I can tell my face is getting fuller, as are my thighs. Ugh. I can't complain too much, because it's really not too noticeable yet. Even though we're only talking about 12 lbs so far, I can totally tell a difference, albeit subtle, in how the weight affects my body. I get more winded more easily. While I'm sure some of that has to do with, you know, providing life to another human being, I think a lot of it is just the weight slowing me down a smidge.
So my husband is going to be out of town for the next 4 days at a conference in New Orleans, and I'm taking the opportunity to do a little spring cleaning. Which will involve clearing out the cupboards and making room for some healthier alternatives. This weekend may be all about the food shopping. Oh yeah, and the yoga.
Labels: fitness, preggo
