It's been five and a half weeks since Baby C joined our family. We've gotten through the toughest of the newborn days but still have rough patches here and there. C's smile is amazing and melts my heart every single time. My other boys adore him too and are always happy and willing to give him a bottle when I'm too busy to sit down and nurse him.
I had a minor setback the other day, personally. Someone I am close to made a crack about me still carrying my baby weight. I was crushed. As I've mentioned before, weight is a really big deal to me. I had thought that I had done a pretty good job up until that point of camoflaging my ample thighs and belly, but apparently it wasn't good enough. Now before you go and say nasty things about the person who made the comment, let's just say that they "didn't know any better" and leave it at that. I have to turn the other cheek and just move on from the comment. Move on and do something about it, that is.
I started eating better and I've already seen another pound shed off by controlling my desire for after-dinner desserts. I've cut out "naughty" breakfasts and replaced them with a (measured) bowl of Special K, a banana, and strawberries each morning. (I'm allowing one splurge breakfast per week.) I'm really controlling my portions and allowing myself healthy snacks when I need them. But on top of it all, as if from heaven, one of my girlfriends emailed me today and asked if I would like to run the Disneyland 5K in September.
It's on! I'm doing it! I haven't been on my treadmill since the first trimester of my pregnancy and I've NEVER ran a 5K or to the corner of my street for that matter. I'm going to take it slow, but this 5K is the perfect motivator to get my booty moving again. I have a big press event June 10 and hopefully I'll seena bit more trim me in the mirror by then. I know that I can do this! And when all is said and done, I eventually want to lose 20 pounds, I know I need to take it one day and pound at a time.
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Saturday, May 15, 2010
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
How Did This Happen?
I'm now in my 39th weeks pregnant with my third son. I've made no secret that I'm not a huge fan of being pregnant and now I must admit to the fact that I'm...just plain HUGE. I told myself I wouldn't get this way this time...but I let it happen. I gave myself license to eat things I would never normally touch. Because of my discomfort, I stopped exercising, which I had vowed not to do. Basically, I had planned on doing "everything right" this time around. Ummm...not so much.
Back during the summer between junior high and high school my battle with weight began. I packed on a good 20 to 30 pounds that summer. From there I yo-yo'ed up and down for most of high school. I used to gain and lose weight so quickly that I once "outgrew" my clothes while on our family's two-week vacation and had to wear my dad's jeans. No teenage girl wants that to happen.
My senior year in high school, I finally got all of the weight off and dropped to about 108. I went on the most unhealthy of weight loss plans--I barely ate. Mixed with my new love of swimming on the swim team, I was what I thought to be fabulously slim and trim. That is until one day a friend told me that I was a little too slim and trim. She had me look in the mirror and pointed out to my purtruding collar bones. I was not just thin but way too thin. She told that I was so thin that I was wasting away and that she couldn't see me any more until I got my problem under control. That was a wake-up call for me.
For most of college and into my married life, I had my weight issues under control. I straddled the line between thin and too thin carefully and tried not to get to hard on myself when I would fluxuate by five pounds every now and then.
After my first baby, I lost most of the weight within the first year or so. With my second child, I lost most of the weight in about a year too, but that year was very, very difficult for me. I fell into my old feelings about my body and let my issues about weight consume me. My body image and how I appeared to people around me plagued my thoughts.
And now, I'm huge again. I've never made it this far in a pregnancy; my other sons had already been born by this far along. I'm so incredibly uncomfortable, it is hard for me to move, which means I just keep getting bigger and bigger. (I swear that this baby is going to rip through my ribs at any moment.) It's gotten to the point that I don't even want to look at myself in the mirror when I'm wearing a tank top or (GASP) naked.
I have a feeling in the months to come, I will be dealing a lot with my weight issues and the troubling roller coaster of pounds and emotions I have been on since I was so very young. It's my thing, it makes me crazy, and I will undoubtedly be putting a lot of pressure on myself to look like I used to. I'm just warning you now, because this will probably be the place where I vent and cry and whine.
Back during the summer between junior high and high school my battle with weight began. I packed on a good 20 to 30 pounds that summer. From there I yo-yo'ed up and down for most of high school. I used to gain and lose weight so quickly that I once "outgrew" my clothes while on our family's two-week vacation and had to wear my dad's jeans. No teenage girl wants that to happen.
My senior year in high school, I finally got all of the weight off and dropped to about 108. I went on the most unhealthy of weight loss plans--I barely ate. Mixed with my new love of swimming on the swim team, I was what I thought to be fabulously slim and trim. That is until one day a friend told me that I was a little too slim and trim. She had me look in the mirror and pointed out to my purtruding collar bones. I was not just thin but way too thin. She told that I was so thin that I was wasting away and that she couldn't see me any more until I got my problem under control. That was a wake-up call for me.
For most of college and into my married life, I had my weight issues under control. I straddled the line between thin and too thin carefully and tried not to get to hard on myself when I would fluxuate by five pounds every now and then.
After my first baby, I lost most of the weight within the first year or so. With my second child, I lost most of the weight in about a year too, but that year was very, very difficult for me. I fell into my old feelings about my body and let my issues about weight consume me. My body image and how I appeared to people around me plagued my thoughts.
And now, I'm huge again. I've never made it this far in a pregnancy; my other sons had already been born by this far along. I'm so incredibly uncomfortable, it is hard for me to move, which means I just keep getting bigger and bigger. (I swear that this baby is going to rip through my ribs at any moment.) It's gotten to the point that I don't even want to look at myself in the mirror when I'm wearing a tank top or (GASP) naked.
I have a feeling in the months to come, I will be dealing a lot with my weight issues and the troubling roller coaster of pounds and emotions I have been on since I was so very young. It's my thing, it makes me crazy, and I will undoubtedly be putting a lot of pressure on myself to look like I used to. I'm just warning you now, because this will probably be the place where I vent and cry and whine.
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