I shouldn’t have looked.
But I did.
I guess it wouldn’t matter though…because my doctor brought it to my attention anyway.
The number on the scale.
I was doing SO good for the first five months.
Then, I started to let myself go.
Cupcakes? No problem.
Cheese? On everything please.
Mountain Dew? Yes, let’s do the dew.
Working out? Pshhh I’ll do that tomorrow.
Then you add in the past two weeks.
First, there was Chicago, which meant I was eating out and snacking on Garrett’s popcorn.
Then, there was the week of ALL day meetings and evening events (reading between the lines – I had pizza, Qdoba, and Yats for lunches followed by dinners out with my team).
I knew what was coming.
I knew the number would be high.
But not that high. I simply wasn’t ready for it.
If you’ve followed my blog, you know weight loss has ALWAYS been a popular topic. And I’ve had my ups and downs….and I’ve picked myself up countless times.
But this time -I’m growing a baby. A little tiny human. Someone who needs me to be healthy and active. Not just during pregnancy, but as a mother as well.
You want to know the number, don’t you?
I thought about not telling you, honestly I did. I thought about hiding this secret all together. And maybe not even telling Justin…But writing about my feelings. Being open. Being honest. That’s how I heal. That’s how I deal.
First, I’ll tell you that I gained 11 lbs in ONE MONTH!!! That’s an average of 2.5 lbs a week.
Second, I’ll…tell…you….the number on the scale.
That puts me at 29 lbs gained for this pregnancy. And remember how my goal for the ENTIRE pregnancy was to gain between 25 and 30 lbs?
The doctor measured my belly and asked how I was feeling.
She found little Cooper’s heartbeat, which makes my heart so happy every time, and said, “You’ve got a happy baby in there!”
I was so happy to hear that his heartbeat is great + he is moving around + loving life.
My placenta is in the front, which makes it really hard for Justin (and sometimes me) to feel him moving around. Sometimes I get worried, but then he will kick me …that’s his way of telling me to calm down. Everything is fine.
“Well, my darling, your blood pressure is great, but..”
I could have finished the sentence for her. I had be sitting in the exam room the whole time. Starring straight at the ceiling. Fidgeting all over the place. Analyzing everything I’d eaten over the last month.
“It looks like you have a spike in your weight,” she said.
I came clean about everything.
Admitted to my poor diet and exercise habits.
She was pleased that I was honest. She said some woman just act like they’re in denial and say, “I have no clue how that happened!”
“Well the good news is you know what happened,” she said. “And you have the tools and resources to bring things back on track. I don’t want you to lose weight at all. But just try to exercise again and have a healthier diet. Let’s try to see you gain under one pound each week.”
So instead of feeling sorry for myself and stopping by Flying Cupcake, I drove my happy butt to Whole Foods. I was supposed to get free lunch at work (Fazoli’s aka carbs, carbs, and MORE carbs) – but I turned it down. Yes, that’s right. I turned it down.
IF I TURN DOWN FREE FOOD THAT IS A BIG DEAL!
I went to the salad bar and created the most amazing salad I’ve had in months. I stayed away from the bacon, eggs, cheese, and ranch dressing – which are my usual salad toppings of choice. Instead, I loaded up on mixed greens, quinoa, wild rice (don’t ask – it sounded good and WAS good), pumpkin seeds, yellow squash, grilled chicken, and just a few croutons. For my dressing, I sprinkled on some olive oil then purchased some pesto, which I added later!
|Bam. Nailed it.|
It was AMAZING!
I also picked up some fresh green beans (my current favorite veggie) and just a little bit of the organic mac and cheese (just a little bit though…and the fact it was organic + not very cheesy made me feel better about life).
|Perfect combination if you ask me.|
I even had some leftovers.
See Ashley, eating healthy CAN be satisfying and fill you up.
I’m not being hard on myself. Some people might comment that I’m pregnant and shouldn’t worry about this…but the reality is, when the doctor tells you (in polite terms) to get your shit together and eat better and exercise more, you need to do it.
So, here goes nothing. We’ve got about 11 weeks left (ummm that seems so short). I’ve got this…I know exactly what I need to do to maintain my weight better and stay active.