24 weeks is a big milestone in pregnancy. It’s the start of the last month of the second trimester, but it’s more than that: it’s a critical juncture because, although a baby born at this stage would surely need a great deal of medical intervention and care (and would need to spend several months in the NICU) … a baby is considered “viable” — meaning that its chances of surviving outside the womb after this point (with great care) are good. Continue reading “24 Weeks: Feeling Good”
OK, I stand to be corrected.
In spite of not feeling ginormous yet, I do look 15 lbs heavier, at least when I see a picture of myself … which apparently shows a much different “me” than the “me” I see in the mirror every day. Or maybe it’s because head-on I don’t look quite so huge, but from the side, hello baby?!! Who knows. Continue reading “22 Weeks”
In 2004-2005, when I was on the slimmer side, I’d often look in the mirror and think I look bigger than I actually was (i.e., classic case of body dysmorphia). It made no sense … my clothes were three sizes smaller, I was leaner than ever in my life … yet I still saw “fat” … sad/pathetic as that is to say now.
Over time, I packed some pounds on — to the tune of half of my initial 35-lb weight loss. I actually made peace with my body at this half-way stage. I was maintaining that half-loss with very little effort and could eat what I wanted and enjoy. No, I wasn’t thin … but I was happy. Food didn’t rule me. Exercise didn’t dictate my life. It was completely freeing. Continue reading “Body dysmorphia during pregnancy”
Confession time: I am human.
OK, I know you already know that, but hear me out. Because for all of the acceptance I’ve come to experience in terms of my own body confidence, I am pregnant and therefore, gaining weight. This is fine — it’s what should be happening, and what I am totally grateful for … believe me, I know how lucky I am to be in this position right now!
But I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t hard some days. See, it seems like everyone I know right now (in real life and the blogosphere) is on an intense weight-loss mission. Maybe it’s summer coming … who knows. They’re dieting and/or ramping up their exercise. They are doing awesome and I’m completely proud of their hard work and efforts — their commitment is infectious.
Written March 30, 2013 (12 weeks, 4 days)
Unlike so many women you hear about, I love being pregnant and experiencing the changes my body goes through.
With Maya, I hid my pregnancy til I was about 16 or 18 weeks along — and it was relatively easy because I really didn’t show til then. This time, however, I am gaining faster/showing sooner (to the tune of about four weeks sooner!) … as in, before the “safe” point of announcing.
Did you see this NPR article today, “Gain Together, Lose Together: The Weight-Loss ‘Halo’ Effect?”
Per the article:
The so-called “halo effect” has been shown among people who drink alcohol and people who smoke, as well as those who gain weight. But now, Morton showed a positive halo effect — losing weight. Continue reading “Halo Effect?”
Confession: I have gone over my Points religiously for the past three months (to the tune of 40, 50, 60 Points OVER the allotted amount). And I have barely worked out. I completely expected a 5-7 lb gain, based on how my clothes had been fitting.
Yet the scale tells me I have lost 2.2 lbs since my last weigh-in in September. WTH, right?! Continue reading “Mysteries of the Scale”
This week I completely expected to see a gain on the scale–even though it was supposed to be my first week back “OP” (what we Weight Watchers refer to as “on program” or “on plan”).
Last week I made it to the gym at 5:30 M-Th as I’d hoped, and took Friday off. I planned to go to Zumba Saturday but hubby had a study group and daycare at the gym doesn’t open til 9 (class is at 8:15) and then Sunday we had too much going on to carve out time to go, so I made do with long walks and lots of house-cleaning. But in spite of thinking more about my choices, my eating was still pretty craptastic … and I went over my Points by 48.
Seriously, again! #FAIL Continue reading “Things that make you go hmmmm…”
That is the question.
I haven’t stepped on the scale in about two months now — and lord knows I ought to (I’ve been eating a ton of extra Points per week + travel + minimal workouts).
But when I finally mustered up the courage to check on the damage this week [yes, I am deliberately choosing “damage”], I was greeted with a big fat nothing: our scale was broken.
I’ve had this particular scale since 2006, so it has had a pretty long shelf-life … but we keep it in the bathroom and, well, moisture + electronics don’t tend to go hand in hand. In other words, it was bound to die at some point … I just didn’t expect it to be now — when I actually wanted to see where I stood!