M.D. might have hit a big milestone yesterday with his first tooth poking through but I hit my own milestone this past week and am finally ready to share it with the blogosphere.
I have officially reached my pre-M.D. weight. HALLELUJAH!!!
6 months ago I never thought this day would come. In fact, I was sure that it wouldn't. Nobody ever warned me that when you leave the hospital you are actually bigger than when you went in. You think I'm joking? The water rention and swelling made it almost impossible for me to get my shoes on (I had to leave them untied when we walked out). I couldn't fit into the sweatpants I fit in when I went into the hospital (with a baby in my stomach....).
Anyone who knows me knows that I don't work out. I hate it. There is nothing about it that I like. I don't get that "runner's high". I get winded, and tired, and sore, and crabby. I'll do my share of sit ups or push ups in the comfort of my own home. That's it.
I actually bought the Jillian Michael's work-out DVD (30 day shred). I almost threw that DVD out the window. She's such a bitch. I started the video about 6 weeks post-M.D. (when the doctor said I could exercise without ripping my stomach open). I did half of the video. I can't believe I allowed such a rude person into my house. She doesn't let you take ANY breaks (in fact her quote is, if you want to get fit in only 30 minutes a day you don't get breaks!!)...she says mean things that are meant to be motivational but just made me want to punch her in the face. That was the end of home workouts.
So, once I hit the 6 weeks you-can-work-out phase winter had set in. It was too cold out to take M.D. for walks. We were stuck inside. Perfect excuse for me to not work out.
I gained about 40lbs when I was pregnant with M.D. That's about 10 more than I was hoping to gain. They all showed up in the first 6 months. The last 3 I had heartburn so bad I couldn't eat a thing.
I have officially reached my pre-M.D. weight. HALLELUJAH!!!
6 months ago I never thought this day would come. In fact, I was sure that it wouldn't. Nobody ever warned me that when you leave the hospital you are actually bigger than when you went in. You think I'm joking? The water rention and swelling made it almost impossible for me to get my shoes on (I had to leave them untied when we walked out). I couldn't fit into the sweatpants I fit in when I went into the hospital (with a baby in my stomach....).
Anyone who knows me knows that I don't work out. I hate it. There is nothing about it that I like. I don't get that "runner's high". I get winded, and tired, and sore, and crabby. I'll do my share of sit ups or push ups in the comfort of my own home. That's it.
I actually bought the Jillian Michael's work-out DVD (30 day shred). I almost threw that DVD out the window. She's such a bitch. I started the video about 6 weeks post-M.D. (when the doctor said I could exercise without ripping my stomach open). I did half of the video. I can't believe I allowed such a rude person into my house. She doesn't let you take ANY breaks (in fact her quote is, if you want to get fit in only 30 minutes a day you don't get breaks!!)...she says mean things that are meant to be motivational but just made me want to punch her in the face. That was the end of home workouts.
So, once I hit the 6 weeks you-can-work-out phase winter had set in. It was too cold out to take M.D. for walks. We were stuck inside. Perfect excuse for me to not work out.
I gained about 40lbs when I was pregnant with M.D. That's about 10 more than I was hoping to gain. They all showed up in the first 6 months. The last 3 I had heartburn so bad I couldn't eat a thing.
Here I am about 2 weeks before this little boy entered the world. Severly uncomfortable. Seriously looks like I'm just holding a giant inflatable ball under my dress. I'm not. It was big and heavy and sore and awful. YIKES!
I remember my least favorite part about going to the doctor's office toward the end was the scale. Awful. I understand you have to gain weight when you're pregnant...but once you're up around 40lbs over your normal it starts to freak you out a little because you know damn well that baby doesn't weight 40lbs!
I remember my least favorite part about going to the doctor's office toward the end was the scale. Awful. I understand you have to gain weight when you're pregnant...but once you're up around 40lbs over your normal it starts to freak you out a little because you know damn well that baby doesn't weight 40lbs!
So how did it all go away?
Breastfeeding helped. I don't know how or why that burns so many calories, but it does. That took off the first 20lbs no problem.
Then I was left with around 15-20lbs and was done breastfeeding. And it was winter. And i'm generally opposed to any kind of exercise, unless someone's chasing me...then I will run.
This is the part where you can hate me.
I did nothing. I didn't work out. I ate like I always do (Velveeta & Rotel dip at 9pm...YES PLEASE!)
And it's gone. It shocked even me. Sure some of it's a little.....*ahem*....redistributed from it's pre-M.D. location. But the point is that scale is no longer my enemy. I can be excited that it's spring (and closer to bathing suit season) because I know I can wear the same swimming suits I wore last summer and wear them proudly (thanks also to no stretch marks)!
So there it is....my brag-rag for the week. I'm excited. I can't be proud of myself...cuz I didn't honestly do anything. At least I'm realistic about that :)
Hate me if you want...but please don't! I like you too much!
Breastfeeding helped. I don't know how or why that burns so many calories, but it does. That took off the first 20lbs no problem.
Then I was left with around 15-20lbs and was done breastfeeding. And it was winter. And i'm generally opposed to any kind of exercise, unless someone's chasing me...then I will run.
This is the part where you can hate me.
I did nothing. I didn't work out. I ate like I always do (Velveeta & Rotel dip at 9pm...YES PLEASE!)
And it's gone. It shocked even me. Sure some of it's a little.....*ahem*....redistributed from it's pre-M.D. location. But the point is that scale is no longer my enemy. I can be excited that it's spring (and closer to bathing suit season) because I know I can wear the same swimming suits I wore last summer and wear them proudly (thanks also to no stretch marks)!
So there it is....my brag-rag for the week. I'm excited. I can't be proud of myself...cuz I didn't honestly do anything. At least I'm realistic about that :)
Hate me if you want...but please don't! I like you too much!