An escape?

It's been a week and a half since I last worked out--a week and a half of very bad eating habits. I may or may not get to exercise today, because I need to go to the commissary and do the Thanksgiving shopping first thing this morning, and I was petrified of what the scale might say to punish me. But I think I am OK, as long as I get back on track today:

186.4

41 hips

31 waist

25 thigh

Of course, my nine months pregnant, two inches taller sister weighs 180, so this is nothing to be happy about, but at the same time, at least I am wearing semi-normal-sized clothes. But I need to get back to my normal routine ASAP.

Tiny bit of progress

All this working out has resulted in paltry progress, but I think I've turned a metabolic corner:

186.4

31 waist

41 hips

25 thigh

wearing size 14 jeans

A new low point

I made the terrible mistake of stepping on the scale this morning. Looks like I've gained a pound. After how many weeks of exercising almost every day? Eating properly? So I threw a brat fit and did not go work out. I am so sad right now. There are no words.

So frustrating

I am stuck at 193 for what seems like forever. That is the magic number, what I was the morning after Joseph was born. And I got down to it, after gaining 15 pounds AFTER he was born, which is nice and all, but I cannot believe I have not gone below it yet. He is 4 1/2 months old, and I have been working out and starving myself since he was 6 weeks old. This stinks.

I just keep telling myself to stay with the routine, and some day, I will wake up and be my proper weight. But that's 50 pounds away. That's as much as Peter weighs, I think. That's horrifying.

So as of today, I am:

193.2 pounds

34 waist

43 hips

26 thigh

Back to the beginning

Now that Joseph is 4 months old, I am finally back to my weight the day after he was born. But my measurements are a little better:

193.4

34 waist

43 hips

26 thigh

Still water aerobics most every day. Finding it easier to eat properly.

Maybe a little progress?

This past weekend, I had some sort of flu, and I think I have improved a bit because of it. On Sunday, I was:

196.2

34 waist

44 hips

27 thigh

I slipped a little bit in my discipline about what I was eating lately, but I am still exercising every day.

I still can't wear any of my regular clothes. But I will not give up.

Here we go again

My last post was about a year ago. Joseph was born May 2. I weighed about 204 the day he was born, after gaining 30 pounds during the pregnancy. I weighed 194 the day after he was born. Slowly but steadily, I gained weight and was up to 197 at my postpartum checkup.

Then something miserable happened: my endocrinologist had me reduce my metformin dose to 1000 mg/day to do some bloodwork. My liver enzymes were elevated. Lyme's disease can do that, too, but she wanted to see if it was the metformin. I gained 10 pounds in two weeks, despite daily workouts and pretty good eating.

After I was allowed to increase the dose (slowly), I stopped gaining weight and slowly began to come back down. But achieving a new height of heaviness was seriously depressing. I had never weighed that much, pregnant or not. And I set myself back 10 pounds!!

Now Joseph is 3 months old, and I still weigh more than I did the day after he was born. But I do water aerobics five days a week. I go on a walk and do P90X yoga when I can. I park far away. I do vigorous housework. I try not to look in the mirror. I eat very healthfully.

And Babu's getting in shape for his CFT, so it is good to have his help.

So a few days ago, these were my measurements:

198
35 waist
45 hips
25.5 thigh
36 chest
12.5 arm

So I have lost a couple inches off of waist, hip, and thigh since he was born, even though I weigh more now.

I don't have any specific goals right now, though my sister Teresa has challenged me to a "who can lose 10 pounds first" duel. I don't want to set myself up for failure. I will just do what I can do when I can do it, and not overeat. And pray to be at least back to prepregnancy by the holidays, and maybe to my proper weight by next summer and another pool season. I went from over 200 to under 160 when Babu was deployed--surely I can do that again, even though I am 5 years older?

At least I have metformin now.