I'm not going to sugarcoat anything.
I did not maintain the diet I hoped to for this pregnancy. I resorted to fast food and quick, easy meals. A lot.
I did not move as much as I would have liked either. (Read: I did not exercise basically at all.)
I was busy, and tired, and full of a lot of other excuses.
I was afraid of the scale for months. I originally was trying to stay at the 180 mark for the pregnancy. That didn't work.
And when I passed 180, I stopped stepping on the scale. Because lets be honest...if I'm not stepping on the scale, it isn't happening. Right? Right?
A day before I delivered, I finally gained the courage to get a weight. I knew it wouldn't be pretty, but I knew I would want to know where I ended the pregnancy at.
So, without further stalling.....198.6 was my delivering weight.
That puts my pregnancy gain at about 43 pounds (from the day I got the + sign on the pee stick). Dang.
I'm not really weighing in yet. And I think at the 6 week mark is when I'll officially start tracking the weight loss. I figure that gives me 6 weeks to allow for all the fluids to drain off and give me an accurate weight. Typically, I lose a decent amount in those 6 weeks with very little work needed. So it wouldn't be accurate for me to be jumping up and down with excitement to get on here and say I lost 7 pounds last night. And another 5 the day before....you get my drift.
I have my 2 week check-up tomorrow. I'm finally starting to not be quite as sore. I'm still sore, just not needing to down the percocet's any longer.
My plan for the next month: eat well. I am breastfeeding, and it's important to me. Drink lots of water! And slowly but surely up my daily steps. By my 6 week appointment, I'm hoping to be ready to start running again. (After all, I have a lot of races planned and scheduled!)
So there's the honest truth. And here goes losing the pregnancy weight....and more!