I was pregnant for 8 weeks in July and August 2010. I was then pregnant for some of September, October, November, and most of December 2010 to 15 weeks. I also moved twice in that time, rediscovered all my favorite American foods, and lived under a tremendous amount of stress (Matt had no consistent work until February '11). After the 2nd miscarriage, I decided I had already gained weight, so "who cares?" and ate what I wanted to.
So all the weight I gained during my 2nd pregnancy, has stayed put. I was still so early with the first I hadn't gained much, if any. But all 15 that I gained in those first 15 weeks of the 2nd pregnancy - those aren't going anywhere.
And while I'm still on the "small" side of normal - I don't fit in my clothes and *I* know I gained 15lbs. *I* don't like the way I look. *I* stand in front of the mirror and think, "That muffin top wasn't always that big,... was it?" (((It wasn't))).
S0 here's the truth.
*I've gone up at least a pant size, sometimes 2 depending on the brand.
*My tummy refuses to hide - I watch peoples' gazes. Some people think I'm pregnant again because the tummy won't go away.
*My girdle is worn every Sunday, just to keep things looking "smooth". But the truth is I wear 2-3 layers every day to try and disguise my stomach. I got caught out one day, a friend asked, "How many layers ARE you wearing?" It was a nice day and I had on 4 layers to try and disguise myself....
*I've never been on a diet (or a healthy living challenge, nothing of the sort). I have always relied on my metabolism to help me out.
*My metabolism seems to have forsaken me. I have always lost all my baby weight within 9 months of birth, with a steady decrease throughout.
*As my best friend said, "Ha! Welcome to the real world Hunni!" (She has to work out 2hrs a day to maintain her weight).
*I have a Planet Fitness membership. But they have no childcare, it's 15 minutes away, and Matt works about 12hrs a day. I don't see him much, so I try to stay here when he's awake. But I don't have the energy to go work out at 10pm. I've done it a few times. But after I recently was so tired on the treadmill that I started losing my footing, I decided I'd need to try something different.
*Oceana is headed for Guiness Book of World Records "slowest walker" ever. Getting out with the kids and pushing a stroller doesn't do much because I spend (literally) the entire time telling Oceana to catch up. She's too dramatic for her own good (note to self: look at getting her into a drama group/class).
And here's the plan:
I'll be documenting (complete with pictures, **sob**) my weight loss and toning travels.
"Taming the Muffin Top: One Mom's Journey to find her Abs"
Eesh. Pictures to come. OMG.