A 135 pound me at the end of October before I found out (or suspected) I was pregnant. Yes, I’m not wearing any makeup and I did not do my hair. I am not cat-faced Kim Kardashian!
For those of you that don’t know, I had a baby back in June. The baby is doing great and everything is all fine and dandy (I’ll post more about him at a later date) except for the fact that the only clothes I can fit are my maternity clothes.
This is totally unacceptable.
I cannot fit into any of my dresses from Anthropologie. I love my dresses from Anthropologie. I love everything from Anthropologie, including the crazy looking shoes.
Anyway, it’s been two months since I’ve given birth to my precious and I’ve lost only 30 pounds. I know that seems like a lot, but when you’ve gained close to 70 lbs, 30 is just chump change.
Yes. I gained 70 lbs if all of the different scales that weighed me are to be believed. When I went into the hospital to give birth the first thing they did was weigh me, and I was a shocking 205 lbs. This was mind blowing since only a week before at my OB’s office I was still in the young 190s.
FYI – I stopped weighing myself at home once I passed the recommended 30 lb weight gain.
A 193 pound me at 38 weeks, just 5 days before I gave birth to my little monkey.
I’m assuming that the 30 lbs I lost was mainly baby (he was only 7 pounds, 12 ounce) and water. The rest was just me being glutinous. Thinking back, I was cooking and baking quite a bit during my pregnancy. Plus, I indulged in my favorite comfort foods and stopped exercising (except for my daily one-mile walks with Sami) once I entered my third trimester.
Ugh, so I’ve decided that until I get back down to my svelte 135 lbs, I will be devoting Monday posts to my feeble attempts at losing weight.
Baby and a 178 pound me about a month ago. I know I don’t look too bad here, but if I were to show you the pics I took of me in a bikini yesterday, you would be just as horrified as I was.