decisionmaker
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AWell hello there! It's been a while... about six months, in fact! How do I know this? Well, I was posting in my previous diary, 'losing weight in the land of chocolate and cheese' (I'm living in Switzerland, by the way), right up to the birth of my little boy, who is now six months old. I had a really successful weight loss journey on this forum before, where I got down to 80.7kg before I got pregnant, which gave me a BMI of 23.7 (I'm 184cm / 6 feet tall).
Here I was then (actually, this is me at 6 weeks pregnant and 82kg):
I had a hard pregnancy, with a lot of pain, a lot of bed rest, a lot of pain (did I say that already?) and a lot of feeling like there was nothing to do but sit on the couch, watch tv or read, and try ever-so-hard to not snack all the time. So although I tried very hard to not gain much weight, I ended up gaining a lot. I was not allowed to walk even to the train station, 200m away. I had to take the bus that one stop. My gynaecologist said this often happens with people in my position, who lost a lot of weight before a baby - it just jumps right back on very quickly! For me, by the end of the first trimester, I was pretty much back where I had started, when all the books say that you shouldn't put on any weight at that time. I was pretty grumpy about that, because I was still eating very healthily and doing everything right for my bubby, but those kilos just kept creeping higher and higher.
So for six months now, my weight has been never lower than 96kg, and never higher than 98kg. Pretty bloody stable. But I don't like that... I'd love to be eighty point something again, but for the moment I'm just striving to be eighty-something point something. Something weird has happened to my brain: I have always had such bad body image issues, and yet since having my little boy, I don't look at myself and hate what I see, or see myself as monstrously huge or anything like I used to. Instead, I see evidence of my boy - my 'baby pouch',my boobs, my pockets of fat that my body decided to store in case my boy needed it when he was growing in there. So I don't hate my weight at the moment, I don't hate my body. Which is amazing for me. But, I want to be healthy again. I want my knees to stop hurting, I want to be able to run without feeling jiggly, I want my jeans to fit!
And I want my boy to see me as a role model when it comes to food. So no crash diets, no cutting out things, just being healthy and making healthy decisions. Remembering that things like fresh mango is actually yummier than biscuits.
Now. Despite all that, I still looked at a recent sporting photo of myself with a great shudder. So that horrible photo (oh god, please know that I would never have chosen such a uniform!) will be my before photo. I will take a proper one in front of the mirror later on too, so I can track my body changes accurately.
Starting weight: 96.8kg
Starting photo: (I don't need to point out where I am.)
Looking forward to it, guys! Happiness and health to all fellow readers!
Here I was then (actually, this is me at 6 weeks pregnant and 82kg):
I had a hard pregnancy, with a lot of pain, a lot of bed rest, a lot of pain (did I say that already?) and a lot of feeling like there was nothing to do but sit on the couch, watch tv or read, and try ever-so-hard to not snack all the time. So although I tried very hard to not gain much weight, I ended up gaining a lot. I was not allowed to walk even to the train station, 200m away. I had to take the bus that one stop. My gynaecologist said this often happens with people in my position, who lost a lot of weight before a baby - it just jumps right back on very quickly! For me, by the end of the first trimester, I was pretty much back where I had started, when all the books say that you shouldn't put on any weight at that time. I was pretty grumpy about that, because I was still eating very healthily and doing everything right for my bubby, but those kilos just kept creeping higher and higher.
So for six months now, my weight has been never lower than 96kg, and never higher than 98kg. Pretty bloody stable. But I don't like that... I'd love to be eighty point something again, but for the moment I'm just striving to be eighty-something point something. Something weird has happened to my brain: I have always had such bad body image issues, and yet since having my little boy, I don't look at myself and hate what I see, or see myself as monstrously huge or anything like I used to. Instead, I see evidence of my boy - my 'baby pouch',my boobs, my pockets of fat that my body decided to store in case my boy needed it when he was growing in there. So I don't hate my weight at the moment, I don't hate my body. Which is amazing for me. But, I want to be healthy again. I want my knees to stop hurting, I want to be able to run without feeling jiggly, I want my jeans to fit!
And I want my boy to see me as a role model when it comes to food. So no crash diets, no cutting out things, just being healthy and making healthy decisions. Remembering that things like fresh mango is actually yummier than biscuits. Now. Despite all that, I still looked at a recent sporting photo of myself with a great shudder. So that horrible photo (oh god, please know that I would never have chosen such a uniform!) will be my before photo. I will take a proper one in front of the mirror later on too, so I can track my body changes accurately.
Starting weight: 96.8kg
Starting photo: (I don't need to point out where I am.)
Looking forward to it, guys! Happiness and health to all fellow readers!
