This week marks week seven of the new healthier me. It seemed like a good time to reflect and think about how I got here in the first place. After all, I didn’t gain weight overnight.
When I first started dating my husband in 1998, I was at a healthy weight and BMI. Then, over a two year period, I put on 20 pounds. How did it happen? I started eating without thinking. Chips (not baked) and salsa was my favorite late night snack, with mounds of sour cream no less. I also ate lots of cookies – with frosting sandwiched in between them. Oh yeah, baby! We loved to play poker with friends on the weekends, so beer was a significant part of my “diet” during that time too.
Once we were married and decided to have children, I lost about 10 pounds by cutting out the junk, including the beer. By the time I got pregnant, eating healthy was second nature. I gained only 22 pounds, and Michael was 9 lbs. 5 oz. at birth, so a lot of it was baby. I took off the rest easily within a month. Fourteen months later I was pregnant with Liam.
A little after eight weeks into my second pregnancy, I was diagnosed with hyperemesis gravidarum and lost over ten pounds. Unable to keep down much of anything for five months, I was sustained mostly by IV fluids (or as one Doc in the ER called it, “Twinkie in a bag”). Once the worst of the illness passed, I gained slightly over 20 pounds and lost it quickly after Liam’s birth (He was 8 lbs., 10 oz.).
Here’s the difference: I nursed Liam, and everyone knows you need 250- 500 extra calories a day, right? And I was hungry – really hungry. So I began eating more. I just didn’t know when to stop. Don’t get me wrong – I don’t regret nursing. In fact, I loved it. But everyone knows sleep deprivation (one of my triggers) is a normal part of caring for an infant and 18 months later I was seriously overweight.
Then began the yo-yo dieting. I lost 28 lbs. over a period of about four months. Then I slowly put about half of it back on over a year, which brings me to my current situation.
My first weigh-in was at four weeks and I’d lost five pounds. Ok, I would have preferred ten or so, but at least I was headed in the right direction. My trainer James reminded me that I was gaining lean muscle at the same time and I needed to take that into consideration as well.
This morning I weighed myself and I’m now up to 11 pounds (or down, depending how you look at it). James continues to challenge me at the gym. I even fell down during our workout last Tuesday. That‘s right – my butt hit the floor after doing lunges. He didn’t want me to mention that part in the blog (sorry James), but it was funny! Once he saw that I was ok, he laughed with me. You know what the best part is? I’m having fun…really!
Next week – pix from the gym (yikes!) and tips and tricks to making wiser food choices.