Thursday, November 13, 2014
This last year has been a wild ride. My son, G, was born August 2nd, after a rough pregnancy. I threw out my back September 27 (at a wedding) dancing, perhaps too energetically. The last few months I have been trying to heal my back, which is going along nicely. (Yeah remembered physical therapy exercises).
But now, panic. I weighed myself two days ago, 189 lbs. I was in the mid-170s after I gave birth. I gained a ton of weight with my second son, so I kept an eye on things until October, when the entire family got that cold. Then I rediscovered the joys of baking. And how much I love sugar, and homemade waffles and fudge, and chocolate cake made in the rice cooker and sweetened condensed milk straight out of the can and ... And...
So now I am here, my BMI is in the obese range, the holidays are fast approaching and I am breast feeding. Which means I can't do anything low carb (I looked it up), I am stuck sitting a few hours every day, mornings are rough- the precious pre-toddler hours I am recovering from the interrupted sleep or I am nursing, so working out is very hard. Tho' I have been getting about 30 minutes in of aerobic nearly every day. If I don't, I become Evil Mommy.
Realistically, I know with winter and everything else, losing weight right now will be impossible. The most I can hope for is to stop the mad gain. Which is making me panic. I know my BP is high (I broke my damn cuff last September, I need to replace it pronto). And the worst insult is that I am snoring. I snore in three situations; when I weigh more than 180, when I am congested, and when I am pregnant. Right now, I have 2 out of three.