After the initial excitement and happiness of finding out that we were expecting a baby, I remember one of my predominant thoughts was (continuously), “Score, I can eat _______ because nobody can comment on me getting fat because I’m pregnant.” This was my excuse for everything – Arby’s multiple times a week (well that and every time you go there, there’s a coupon on the back of your receipt for a free sandwich, meaning MOAR ARBY’S!), cheese as often as I pleased, wings if the craving struck, and a severe lack of exercise to boot, seeing that I was feeling sick and run-down for awhile in the beginning.
Now, I step on the scale and realize, “Well, grand. That was a great plan until… now.”
For one, as someone who never ate much fast food to begin with, my body almost immediately hated the shift of diet and I got sick after eating most of what I devoured greedily. Did that stop me? Not really. Also, combined with my lack of exercise, covering my adorable baby bump is a layer of blubber that makes me feel like a whale, or bear preparing for hibernation. It’s a bit revolting, actually; to me, anyway. Everyone else says I look cute, I’m all belly, etc.
Yeah, all belly except for that nice double-chin that peeks out in photos sometimes, the flab on my butt and thighs that used to be almost-toned and the jiggle that my arms surrenders every time I breathe, let along make any sort of hand gesture.
So this week, I’ve decided that I really need to stop saying, “Hi, I need to be less of a fat kid,” and actually need to be proactive. Now I can’t really lose weight, as that is severely frowned upon by doctors – or from what I’m told anyway. But I was told my goal should be to slow down my weight gain, and focus on just making healthier choices and getting on my feet a bit more.
Subtract out a celebratory Snickers last night after the Phillies’ close-call win against the Cardinals and a must-have-or-I-kill-someone brownie from Starbucks from today’s lunch, and I’ve actually done okay.
Saturday I walked all over creation with my mom, and it felt amazing. I was sore, so Sunday I didn’t do anything (which well, I was in a car for 6 hours total anyway), but I felt I deserved the rest. I did a light pre-natal DVD workout Monday, and some of the moves from said workout last night while I watched Glee. Today I plan to break out the DVD again and do the full routine (30 minutes), plus dishes and laundry.
Eating-wise, I’ve been at 2-3 apples a day, filling with them instead of empty calories from the vending machine. Breakfast is always cereal (organic cheerios, essentially), unsweetened vanilla almond milk and an apple. Lunch has been varied – leftover chili, spaghetti squash, a fruit and veggie plate that I mixed up myself… etc. Dinners were all home-made; no eating out this week!
So I’m proud. It’s only Wednesday, but I’ve really been pushing myself to get back to a shadow of the person I used to be, pre-pregnancy. Not that I was thin and healthy but I was doing a lot better than I have been lately.
Anyway, going to keep busting my butt and trying to slow down the gain just a tad.
In other news, I told Chris that after I have the baby, there’s two things I’m demanding be delivered to me ASAP for consumption: a giant Turkey Diablo Primo Hoagie (best hoagies in the world) and a giant glass of Riesling wine, semi-dry. Yes, indeed.
Also, sharing a yummy-looking recipe for the sake of such; I’m making these this weekend:
Om nom nom.
Cheers to healthy eating, healthier lifestyles and a healthy baby / momma-to-be!
Now, I step on the scale and realize, “Well, grand. That was a great plan until… now.”
For one, as someone who never ate much fast food to begin with, my body almost immediately hated the shift of diet and I got sick after eating most of what I devoured greedily. Did that stop me? Not really. Also, combined with my lack of exercise, covering my adorable baby bump is a layer of blubber that makes me feel like a whale, or bear preparing for hibernation. It’s a bit revolting, actually; to me, anyway. Everyone else says I look cute, I’m all belly, etc.
Yeah, all belly except for that nice double-chin that peeks out in photos sometimes, the flab on my butt and thighs that used to be almost-toned and the jiggle that my arms surrenders every time I breathe, let along make any sort of hand gesture.
So this week, I’ve decided that I really need to stop saying, “Hi, I need to be less of a fat kid,” and actually need to be proactive. Now I can’t really lose weight, as that is severely frowned upon by doctors – or from what I’m told anyway. But I was told my goal should be to slow down my weight gain, and focus on just making healthier choices and getting on my feet a bit more.
Subtract out a celebratory Snickers last night after the Phillies’ close-call win against the Cardinals and a must-have-or-I-kill-someone brownie from Starbucks from today’s lunch, and I’ve actually done okay.
Saturday I walked all over creation with my mom, and it felt amazing. I was sore, so Sunday I didn’t do anything (which well, I was in a car for 6 hours total anyway), but I felt I deserved the rest. I did a light pre-natal DVD workout Monday, and some of the moves from said workout last night while I watched Glee. Today I plan to break out the DVD again and do the full routine (30 minutes), plus dishes and laundry.
Eating-wise, I’ve been at 2-3 apples a day, filling with them instead of empty calories from the vending machine. Breakfast is always cereal (organic cheerios, essentially), unsweetened vanilla almond milk and an apple. Lunch has been varied – leftover chili, spaghetti squash, a fruit and veggie plate that I mixed up myself… etc. Dinners were all home-made; no eating out this week!
So I’m proud. It’s only Wednesday, but I’ve really been pushing myself to get back to a shadow of the person I used to be, pre-pregnancy. Not that I was thin and healthy but I was doing a lot better than I have been lately.
Anyway, going to keep busting my butt and trying to slow down the gain just a tad.
In other news, I told Chris that after I have the baby, there’s two things I’m demanding be delivered to me ASAP for consumption: a giant Turkey Diablo Primo Hoagie (best hoagies in the world) and a giant glass of Riesling wine, semi-dry. Yes, indeed.
Also, sharing a yummy-looking recipe for the sake of such; I’m making these this weekend:
Om nom nom.Cheers to healthy eating, healthier lifestyles and a healthy baby / momma-to-be!
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