So, about that weigh-in… I have said it before, and I’ll say it again: UGH!!!!
I am now 175 pounds. I’m only ten pounds short of my record high 185, when I was nine months pregnant. I know I have already committed to living a healthier lifestyle, but seeing those numbers together on the screen nearly knocked me off my feet. Tears started burning my eyes, and I had to blink them back.
This is why I’d been avoiding the scale. I gained twenty pounds in two months. I wasn’t even sure this was possible. I knew my weight was going up, especially since those clothes I had no longer fit. But to be as heavy as I was during pregnancy is a bitter pill to swallow.
Now I am more determined than ever to get healthy. I already started with the fresh berries, as I explained before ( see Healthy choices). Yesterday, Choo-choo and I ran around the park with my mom (who will now be known here as Nani, as that is what my son calls her). We spent a good half hour kicking, throwing, and chasing Choo-choo’s giant rubber ball.
It was so fun, too. And not exactly easy to run but easy to move. As the nurse explained to me, if I just think of it as “active” and not “exercise,” I can do it. And I can. I can and will do this.