Weight. It’s such a touchy subject that I haven’t talked a ton about this on here. But I hit a pretty big milestone this week, so I thought I should toot my own horn for a short post. And while I try not to care about the actual #’s on the scale, I’m using them here to show how hard I’ve worked. :)
This is me in labor with Ellie. I weighed about 185. I felt great. I loved how I looked pregnant with her for some reason.
The first 10 always come off easily. Just having a baby seems to help. haha The next 10 came off with nursing and paying a little attention to what I ate. But then I was stuck. And even at my pre-baby weight, I was in the “overweight” category according to
BMI calculators. I was still in my “fat pants” and was really struggling every morning in my closet searching for things to wear. Enter in the invitation to be in my brother and sister-in-laws wedding. It was just the final kick in the butt I needed. Along with that, I’d really love to spend lots of time at the pool this summer because the kiddo’s ages will be perfect for it. Gotta get a tan for that bridesmaid dress. And I wanted to be a bit more comfortable in a swimsuit.
So I suckered 2 friends into texting each week pictures of our scales for accountability and signed onto my
MyFitnessPal account, which had laid dormant for over a year.
As of this week, I’m at 144.4 That’s about 40 pounds down from my highest. And about 20 pounds that I had to really
work for! I am now in the “normal” BMI category and weigh what I did at my wedding. Now nothing looks like it used to largely because I’m not working out a ton. I’ve focused more on my food intake since that what my current schedule allows. I try to fit in at least 2 working out videos a week and will walk more once it gets warmer. But mostly, it’s just been keeping track of every single morsel of food that goes into my mouth and making better choices.
Not fun, but seeing the results has kept me motivated to keep going. I’ve kept a close watch on my milk supply for Ellie, but thankfully it didn’t change at all. I don’t have any “real” before and after pictures, but here is a picture from November:
And here’s a picture from the dressing room yesterday while trying on a jean size I haven’t worn since high school!
Thanks to A and L for the awesome support and encouragement along the way!
Once we were able to drag Owen away from the park, we surprised him with eggs hidden all over the yard. William did a great job spreading them out. It took him a minute to figure out what to do and then he was so excited trying to find them all!
Then we went inside and checked out his loot. The 2 cars he got (a couple from the Cars movie that he didn’t have yet) have not left his hand all day. And they are still tucked into bed with him.
We’re really looking forward to more Easter fun next weekend in Peoria!
The mason jars were wrapped with burlap, a coordinating ribbon, and filled with pretty spring daisies.
Each gals spot had a baby food jar vase (wrapped with ribbon), a “pillow” envelope filled with Easter candy and a small piece of paper to write a question on. I used my Silhouette cutter to make the candy envelopes.
And since I hate wasting any paper, I also cut out little flowers to use as “confetti.”
We had about 35 ladies in attendance. We started with a fabulous dinner made by Darlene at church. I seriously haven’t had anything of hers that I haven’t enjoyed! The ladies had questions to chat about at their tables and I also asked each person to write one question on their card for the mentor moms and I collected them.
We said the same story to 3 or 4 different people, and finally got a (shared) room. They gave her a dose of Zofran, which is an anti-nausea medicine. Funny thing is that is the same medicine I took while I was pregnant with her. About 20 minutes later, we tried to give her a bottle of Pedialyte which she took 3 sips of and hated. But then she nursed and held it down. I finally got her to fall asleep and about an hour later, I finally was able to track someone down to talk to. We met with a doctor who said he was just going to send us home. He basically said she may look bad to me, but they’ve seen much worse. Like I said, not the best experience. Of course, on the way out she had a diaper blow out and I had just run out of wipes. Oh joy.
We finally made it home. The poor thing had 2 awful nights as her tummy tried to get used to having food and medicine in it. But I think that finally, after 2 weeks, she is officially on the mend. Thank you Jesus!
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