Breaking news: you gain weight when you’re pregnant.
And on that matter, when I first started going to my prenatal visits, my doctor told me I shouldn’t gain over 10 kilos. I’m calculating this in my head…10×2.2…22 pounds…that’s it?!? Dude, have you ever been pregnant? I kept it pretty reeled in for the first five months gaining only 5 or 6 pounds that whole time…then month 6 hit and all was lost (or gained). I started gaining 2 or 3 pounds a week and that whole “22 pound total” dream of my doctor was passed by at an astonishing speed.
I ended up gaining just over 40 pounds, probably the majority coming in November and December where I might as well have had a dump truck of food going directly into my mouth. I was unstoppable, and uncomfortable and hormonal. What a blissful balance. And you can bet that dollar I didn’t care even a little, tiny bit about laying in bed and eating double-stuf oreos…at 11am. Give a woman 6 weeks off before her baby is due and this is what happens. Thanks Chile…really. Thank you. It was a paradoxical time in my life of self-loathing and utter bliss.
Once I had Joaquin, I dropped 26 pounds without even trying in a period of a month. I have now slowly come to terms that these last 14 pounds aren’t just going to “drop”. They’re going to be stubborn, annoying and ugly little pounds that will kick and scream to stay on, as much as I would just like to ‘wish’ them off. Back to work…outs.
So, my goal for the rest of the year is to get rid of those “didn’t-get-the-message-that-I’m-not-pregnant-anymore-and-don’t-need-this-extra-weight” pounds. I was just gifted a new wardrobe of new running clothes for the upcoming Chilean winter. I think me talking about how much I needed to start exercising again to my family got the good word in that that’s all I really wanted for my birthday. They take hints so nicely.
Now that I have a small human to care for, finding time to exercise will be more challenging that before, but not impossible. Jogging strollers are out considering the sidewalks in Chile are like the road to Mordor, so Andrés and I will have to have some tag team running sessions and then maybe keep the sitter at our house for an extra hour once I go back to work so I can get my endorphins on. Because happy mommy=happy baby.
This is my shameless losing weight post because if I make it public, it will be harder for me to back out of. How all the great athletes get in shape.