A lot has changed since my last entry...5 years, 2 houses, and 2 kids later, I'm back. Back to blogging and back to being overweight. When we last spoke (wrote? read?) I was on track to getting my health in order. I was working out, eating only moderately bad, and generally happy with how life was going. The husband and I bought our first house in 2013 and had our first child in 2014.
My body didn't bounce back immediately after baby #1 but it didn't completely betray me either so I tried to get healthy again, watching what I ate and working out. It took a whole year before I felt normal enough to go back to the gym -- I got a new job, got into a new routine, and began working out with a personal trainer...at 5:30 in the morning. But about six months later, and after ringing in the new year (2016) we found out we were pregnant with numero dos (I say we, but let's face it - I did all the work)!
While I felt emotionally ready, my body wasn't ready for baby #2. The pregnancy was wildly different from the first: terrible morning sickness for nearly half the pregnancy, no sleep after the first trimester, and it felt like someone had been kicking me in the crotch 24/7. Luckily, I gained little during this time but since I was still trying to lose the original baby weight from baby number 1, my little weight gain was still a lot. Breastfeeding didn't help much with weight loss and the minute the babies went full-formula, the weight just started to pile on.
So here I am again...well over the weight I was when I first started blogging. Yes, I've 2 babies. Yes, the stress of taking care of aging parents, maintaining a household, a marriage, a job, my sanity, etc all contribute, in some way, to the weight gain. But I'm not the first to have a baby. Or two. I'm not the only one in the world taking care of aging parents and stressing about finances. I'm not the only one on the planet to experience stress from a job while trying to not lose sight of her partner, her sanity, and keep up with her water intake.
Things may be a little more difficult this time around due to the extra time spent commuting/working/spending time with kids...but that can't stop me. I've got to keep my eye on the prize. I've got to get to the point where I'm comfortable in my own skin, regardless of the number on the tag of my jeans. I've done it before. And I'll do it again.







