Science sucks, y’all. Do you want to know why? Because it took me three weeks to lose seven pounds and only two weeks to put them back on. How effed up is that?
I realize I shouldn’t be that indignant considering how I’ve been a complete glutton these past two weeks, but seven pounds? SEVEN? I thought the bike ride around Mackinac Island might have canceled out the pizza or the fudge, but it seems as though every calorie I’ve consumed is clinging to me like a sweaty t-shirt.
I skipped my WW meeting last week because…well because I wanted to. I was planning the trip to Mackinac and just wanted to go without any restrictions. It wasn’t just a vacation from work. It was a vacation from all responsibility and, apparently, a vacation from my senses.
Some of it was water weight. That much I do know because I’ve been peeing like a racehorse all day (and can someone please explain that phrase to me because I’ve read Seabiscuit and it really does not touch on how much a racehorse actually does pee). In spite of knowing I was bloated and feeling all that water slosh around inside me like an agitating Maytag, I was not a happy camper when I saw the scale shoot back up to within a quarter pound of my starting weight.
The good news is that I’m back to healthy eating again. The bad news is my metabolism is all wonky and it will probably take me a few weeks to lose what I’ve gained. My metabolism just hasn’t been the same since my pregnancy and nothing works exactly as it did before Autumn came along. Years ago I was told that taking weight off gets harder as you get older. I believed it, but hoped I wouldn’t be in my ’30s and still be fighting oBEASTity.
Has anyone else’s body done strange things since giving birth? Do you ever get just a little bit peeved that you were able to grow an actual human being inside of you but can’t seem to make it to the bathroom at Target before piddling in your pants a little bit?
I love my kid, but she really did a number on me.
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Oh, I hear ya! I don’t know how old you are, but when I had my first, I was 34 and on bed rest for 5 months. If that doesn’t push that ole scale up, nothing does. My second, I was 37 and now that I’m 45, I see my kids growing into the body I used to have. I tell them it was my gift to them. Enjoy it and don’t abuse it!
Can’t answer your questions on the racehorse and the last part of your post. Losing weight is a challenging process for most. There will be points in time where one will be tempted to think that no matter what they do, they would not be able to do anything about their weight. Many lost to this temptation. It is definitely not easy. Losing weight and keeping off that lost weight require a change in one’s living and eating habits. I think that you are already making steps toward it. So don’t be discourage now … brush away the temptation. Wishing you good health and wellness.
BK-thanks for the well wishes. I certainly hope I can pull it all together enough to get it off and keep it off. It won’t be easy, that’s for sure.
Francie-I was also 34 when I had my daughter and will be 37 in a few months. I like how you’ve told your kids not to abuse their bodies. I think that’s really what it comes down to; respecting ourselves enough to take really good care of what we’ve been given.
Thanks for stopping by!
Oh woman – you’ve got a way with words!
I used to not worry about weight. I thought a person fluctuated five pounds between morning and night on any given day, and if I realized I needed to take off a few pounds I’d really start watching what I was eating and no big thing, I’d be back to a better shape in just a few weeks. Without really thinking about it. But now, after two kids…what gives?!? I run around after them most times feeling like a freak of nature – I swear I’m losing 5 lbs/day at the rate I need to move to keep them from hurting each other or the dog. On top of it, I’m only feeding them good things, but !shock! I end up putting on more weight. I love being in my 30s for a lot of reasons, but this weight thing? SUCKS.
Good things we love our kids because they are hell on our bodies. You’re not alone in the body changes. I was a tiny little stick before Squeaks. Now I weigh more than I did when I was pregnant with her…a lot more! It’s so hard to lose the weight and keep the weight off. I’m dieting right now, but it’s sad to know I’ll ALWAYS have to eat like that if I want to keep any weight off.
If you lived down here in horse country, you would understand the peeing like a racehorse phrase. Let’s just say it’s a crazy amount of piss with pressure higher than a fire hydrant. If you want, I’ll go videotape a horse pissing for you
Meg, you’ve actually painted a VERY vivid picture of a peeing horse. I get it now. Thanks for the primer.
I also weigh more now than I did when I was pregnant with Autumn. I really need to get into some sort of exercise routine, but I’m kind of limited now with my bad knees. I sometimes wish I had a hobby that required me to move, but all the things I like to do have me sitting on my ass.
oBEASTity I like that word, definitely describes it. I gained weight after my c-section with my 2nd child in 1993, seems it triggered PCOS which they were just really starting to recognize then. Then I really fell apart after my tubes were tied in 1996, and well it has been all down hill from there. So I aim to be healthier by age 30, I have less than 2 years to get things switched into the correct gear and so far it doesn’t seem to be working that well.
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