Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Weight Check Wednesday

I was going to go with Weight Loss Wednesday, but let's be real.  Probably fifty percent of the time I will either stay the same or gain, so we might as well stick with Check.  Sigh.

Going on a diet a six months pregnant seemed to help a teeny tiny bit.  By that point (about twenty six weeks) I had gained a grand total for forty two pounds, going from one fifty to one ninety two.  Nevermind that when I got knocked up at one fifty, I was still five or ten pounds above my WW Goal Weight after I delivered the Body Destroyer, Warren.  I started WW when that little stinker was about four months old and seriously, the weight FLEW off for about three months, then it started to get harder, we started moving from VA to CT and CT to MS and Guam...so I stalled out at the one fifty mark.  So that's where we were when Dr. Staben told me to get back on WW and try not to gain ANY more weight, with her ultimate goal being that I lose about five pounds before I delivered.

And I was doing really really REALLY well with maintaining that weight (I even lost the same two pounds over and over!) until Nick came home and we funneled into Christmas and the move to base housing.  I was too pregnant and miserable to cook or exercise and the only thing I could think about was getting that baby OUT of my BODY!!!  So I delivered at about two hundred and five pounds.

I know.  I can't believe it either.  But I was about two fifteen when I delivered Warren so....who knows.

Anyway, since I was having my fourth, I already knew that I wasn't going to lose fifteen pounds in the hospital like normal women.   You figure eight pound baby, couple pounds for the placenta, and a few more for blood and water and you at least get fifteen, right? Notso, Darling.  Shout out if you've read the book and know what I'm talking about :) Anyway, I swelled up like a balloon (as usual) in the hospital and came home at about one ninety five.  Ten pounds lighter.  With an eight pound baby.

Fast forward six weeks and I'm about one eighty eight at my check up, which I was a little proud of, considering that I had been eating out with family in town and my only exercise had been walking to the mail boxes, which left me winded and gasping for breath.  So that's when I said I was going to get back into the swing of WW and walking with Brandi and get this show on the road.

Daisy is now ten weeks and four days and I am at one eighty five.  To be honest, I thought I would have gotten below the one eighties by now.  I mean, I'm still so swelled up, I don't understand why that's still around.  Is it the heat? The fact that I put salt on everything that touches my lips? The diet cokes? I don't know.  I mean, I'm still in full on maternity clothes, which I guess is fine, but like my socks leave big groves in my ankles, as does my waistebands and my watch.  I have told myself that I'm back on WW for serious, but I have been cheating like crazy and not drinking my water, even though I KNOW that when you drink your water, you lose.  It's like a proven fact.

BUT, I have been exercising about five or six days a week (walking, EFX, and a strength training tape, nothing too too strenuous because it's hard work propelling all this weight around!!) and as much as I hate to agree with Tom Cruise, exercising is like a miracle drug for my mood.  Obviously it goes without saying that if I NEED to be medicated for my particular brand of crazy, I totally will.  But for now, I don't know, something about walking outside with that sunshine on my face, tanning my flabby arms (everyone knows fat looks thinner if it's tan!) it just feels good.  Very very good.

So we're at one eighty five.  I do my weeks Wednesday to Wednesday to try and put the weekend right in the middle.  I get twenty nine points a day (have I mentioned how much I do not LOVE the new system?!?!?) with an additional forty nine play points over the week.  I can also earn activity points, and I do, averaging three a day.  All fruit is now free (zero points) which I like because I can eat some serious bananas, but I feel like it may pose a problem later because, well, I can eat some serious bananas.  And there's a LOT of sugar (and calories) in bananas.  But for now, I'm ignoring that little voice and when I'm hungry, I eat a banana.  Or a chocolate shake from McDonalds.  Whichever.

And, even though you don't technically HAVE to gain sixty five pounds to have a healthy baby (who knew, right?) my body DID grow these little miracles and give them life.  So I guess it's not all bad.



But now my body is officially CLOSED FOR BUSINESS and it's time to start getting control over the entire situation again.  For good this time!!! HOORAY!!!

5 comments:

  1. I'm with you on the weightloss band wagon. URG.

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  2. You're gonna rock with WW!!! Just think no more baby making to get in the way or halt your efforts. You can do this. You probably don't know this but I'm jealous of the way you work WW into your schedule. I've seen you in action and hope to sometime pay attention to what I eat and add exercise to my daily routine. My goal is to start once we leave VA. Hopefully I don't push it off any longer. Love reading your progress. You can do it!!!!

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  3. They are SOOOO cute... but I totally feel your pain. I cannot lose this baby weight and my girlie is just about 4 months. I am holding strong at the same weight I was when I was 6 months preggo... yikes!! Keep posting - - WE CAN DO THIS!!

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  4. You can do it! You can do it!!! Go! Go! Go!!

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  5. I found your blog while searching google maps for pictures of Apra View. I enjoyed reading this post in particular because I too am struggling with that after baby weight loss and feel comforted knowing someone close to home feels my pain! I stay in the blue house on Agrahan Lane. If your ever walking by please stop by to show off that new baby! I have a 8 month old baby boy! Good luck and God Bless you in your weight loss!

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