It has been almost 7 and a half months since Avalina was born, and I still weigh the exact same amount as I did when I got home from the hospital--despite all of my efforts to shed a few lb’s. In the first few months I lost 10 pounds – I was feeling good, I had 8-10 more pounds to go to get back down to my pre-pregnancy weight. Not so bad considering I was breastfeeding and I was told it was good to pack on a few extra pounds to ensure proper nutrition. At any freakin rate, I would have been happy loosing 5 more pounds, unfortunately I hit a plateau, and couldn’t push through the mediocre digits on the scale. I don’t typically live by the numbers, I usually go off of how I feel, and truth be told I felt like crap…no make that lard! I felt and looked like lard. My thighs touched when I walked (a new feeling to me) my shorts didn’t fit b/c my posterior had doubled in size (if not tripled) I had a chin and a half, and to top it off, I had D cups, okay, that part I could probably live with if I had to since that is the source of my baby’s nutrition-- but seriously I miss my A cups!
So in my mind I settled – all the while I will admit I felt a bit insecure in my new skin, but I figured – eh, I just had a baby, it’ll come off eventually if I continue to eat right and workout. I should probably tell you that my ‘workout’ consists of a Karen Voight DVD called Yoga Sculpt – it is awesome, I used it all through college; it kept me firm and fit—but I also weighted the same amount of a sack of potatoes back then, so I’m not expecting miracles this time around…
Flash forward a few months to May when I took an almost two month long vacation to visit my mom in Pennsylvania – a journey filled with plenty of whoopee pies – my kryptonite. Sure enough the pounds started to slowly creep back on. Ugh. And before I knew it I was back to my swollen-straight-out-of-the-hospital body. When I returned home I promised myself that I would get back in shape. Since this is not where this blog ends, you guessed it, I have not lost a pound. Those damn whoopee pies – my family lovingly bought me a whoopee pie maker –What they did not know is that I do not possess the kind of self control it takes to own a whoopee pie maker. Whoopiee pies EVERY.DAY. Whoops.
I have not expressed to anyone my weight struggles, since I have not gained an excessive amount of weight; it seems silly to complain about it. I should clarify that this blog is not me complaining, it is me making a promise to you. I am writing this to be accountable to someone other than myself, because obviously I need a bit more motivation; so here it goes – I want to loose weight… ugggh can I just tell you ever since I wrote that snip about whoopee pies I have been dieing to make some… rats. So here is my goal – by Christmas I will be back to my pre-pregnancy weight – which means I will be happy if I loose 15 pounds. That is—of course if I’m not pregnant by then. Woah – did that just slap you in the face or what?
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