I woke up feeling pretty proud this morning. I've gone to the gym every day this week, and have been on a pretty good roll from a couple weeks prior. It has just become routine.
I get to work by about 7am, work till about 4:30pm and change for the gym that I conveniently pass on my route home and stay there for about an hour or so. This gets me home by 5:45 or 6pm- ready to shower, figure out dinner and relax. Not too shabby right?
Anyways, back to this morning. I thought, "what the hell", I'll get on the scale for a little check in and see how all that weight maintenance is going. And guess what happened?
I've gained another pound.
What the eff? Seriously. We don't eat out but maybe once a week. I even pack my lunch and snacks. Why, scale? Why? :(
My happy/goal/wedding weight was in the upper 130's. It was fantastic.
My newly married/holiday/moving weight decided to move into the low-mid 140's. It was fine too. I wasn't training for a marathon or anything for that matter and I was learning how to deal with living in the South, far away from my family and old life.
When I got pregnant and started packing on the pounds I really wasn't nervous. I'd seen the upper 40's and even 50's before, so no scale shock there. But as the numbers keep rising and we get closer to moving out of the 50 zone, I'll admit it, I'm getting a little terrified. I just don't understand...if my belly is staying relatively the same size as of the last few weeks, where is all of it going? I don't want to be a chunky pregnant lady. It probably also doesn't help that the number right now is the highest I remember being previously- and pictures from back then are not cute. Let's hope it distributes itself a little differently this time around (grow belly, grow)!
Alright, end yet another vain rant....now. Thank goodness for being 5'8'' and having a large husband. Bless him and his ignorance as I try to feed him as if he's eating for two also... ;)
xo,
H
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