(Image credit: Whole Body Cleanse Blog)
This time last year, I was losing weight like crazy. Within a few months, I had lost 10 pounds. My pants were baggy, my shirts were loose, and even my bras weren't fitting. While I felt attractive, I was slightly worried because I wasn't actively trying to drop the pounds. Things stabilized around January; by then, Ben was making healthy dinners and I was regularly working out--with a killer six-pack to prove it.
Well. That changed fast.
Around April, when I found out I was pregnant, I felt sick and started worrying that I might lose more weight. Apparently I was eating more than I should have (ha) because I started gaining weight. Like FAST.
(Yeah, it should have been a warning signal that things were not going super well. My healthy pregnancy track record indicates that I should have been losing instead of gaining. Thanks hindsight.)
Once I miscarried, and no longer needed to worry about limiting my activities, I gave myself two weeks to heal and, determined to halt the forward, um, weight progress, re-started le regime (thanks Kitch).
Apparently I forgot the evils of birth control. (Only natural considering I have taken birth control, orally, for like 3 months out of our entire 4-year marriage.)
Once we moved out and started our vacation/homelessness, the pounds REALLY added up. Seriously, within 5 weeks, despite working out religiously 3-5 days a week and limiting my calorie consumption, I had gained 5 lbs ON TOP OF the 10 I had already gained from the pregnancy-turned-miscarriage. By the time we reached MO, I was sweating donuts-- that I hadn't eaten--because the scale topped off with an extra 5 lbs. Seriously, ladies and gents, I haven't seen these numbers since before I was married.
So I'm hoping this upward trend corrects itself. I like dresses, but wearing them because I can't fit into my pants is slightly depressing.
In other news, I cut my hair. At least one part of my body is lighter!