It’s official: I’m overweight.
I visited the National Heart, Blood, and Lung Institute’s BMI calculator and punched in my height (5’2″) and weight (a number I’m neither proud of nor happy to share here — 144.6 lbs) and got a BMI result of 26.5. I’m overweight by a point and a half. It doesn’t seem like much, but for someone who was always very thin, it stings a little.
This was me in January 2007, on my honeymoon in Florida:
And here I am now:
It may not seem like all that much of a difference, but I can see and feel it, and it makes me really unhappy.
I’d start whining and say, “How did this happen to me?”, but I already know how it happened. I’d been putting on weight since after I got married, but even then it was negligible at best — certainly not enough for the “overweight” label. I can’t even blame my pregnancy! When I found out I was pregnant, I weighed 130 pounds; by 10 weeks I was in the emergency room throwing up everything I attempted to ingest (water included), and at my first post-ER doctor visit, my OB told me with a great deal of concern that the pukefest had dropped my weight to 123 pounds. It took me almost the entire remainder of the pregnancy to regain that weight, plus another 5-10 pounds (give or take). I lost 10 pounds (8 of them being Joshua) during my C-section. So, I weighed as much at conception as I did newly postpartum.
So instead of getting my “pre-baby body” back, I gained 15 pounds. And I did it alllll by myself.
I told The Hubby that I was making a deal with myself: we’ve been working on baby #2 for a few months now, and I decided that I would begin working on weight loss if I failed to get pregnant by November. We’ve been trying to conceive (TTC) with the help of medication; I mentioned in a post a while ago that the lack of a regular period has made it difficult to conceive naturally. The last time I took that medication (which I have to request monthly through the doctor’s office — they don’t do automatic refills on this stuff) was at the end of September and beginning of October. I’m all out of pills and it appears that our efforts have failed this month. So, rather than purchasing more medication, we’re going to try conceiving on our own and, in the meantime, I want to start trying to lose the extra pounds.
Fortunately, I have some good resources. One of my nearest and dearest, Becca, runs a blog called Glow by Beauty Gala. She’s a health nut, in the best possible way. I’ve been reading her posts like it’s my job! She’s very knowledgeable about many things, and health and beauty are WAY up there. Another of my favorite resources comes from YouTube; I have a background in dance and, as a result, I’m naturally drawn to Zumba. There’s a woman in Oklahoma named Lauren Fitz who teaches a class and posts her videos online for people around the world to watch and work out with. I love her stuff! I’ve created a playlist containing some of my favorite videos of hers, and I really enjoy dancing and breaking a sweat along with her! You can check out her stuff here.
I consider myself fortunate to have not just these but lots of other resources — Pinterest, my cookbooks, and TV shows like The Biggest Loser, to name a few — for help and inspiration. I’ve been hearing a lot about the Paleo diet lately, but as someone who basically grew up entirely on processed foods, I don’t think that making a jump that extreme is going to work for me. I’m also a longtime soda drinker, and though I am definitely going to reduce how much I drink (and I’ve already begun that process, as we don’t often buy 2-liters of the stuff anymore), I don’t think I’ll be able to cut that completely out, either. I’m not making excuses; I’m simply being realistic. Fortunately, my new business venture with Tastefully Simple will provide some new opportunities for eating foods I love in different, healthier ways, so that’s a win-win, too!
If this is going to work, I have to do it honestly. I don’t believe in lying to myself or depriving myself, but I do believe in learning how to moderate properly. It’s going to take work, but I’m willing to do it. My ultimate reward is not just looking better in my clothes, or even feeling better inside; it’s the knowledge that taking off the extra weight will help to raise my odds of conceiving another child. When push comes to shove, that’s what I really want, and I will do everything I can to have another baby!
I think I’m ready for the ride, and I hope you’ll join me!