I wasn't worried about the weight that I gained while I was pregnant. Yes, it was more than I hoped it would be, but it was well within the normal range. My doctor wasn't concerned, and so neither was I. Plus, I did my best to keep active even when my running turned to waddling. I went to water aerobics twice a week (which I highly recommend to any of my pregnant friends) and walked/ran fairly regularly. And I knew that between breastfeeding and running/racing again, I'd lose the weight in no time after giving birth! Then Emily came, and some of that weight did disappear. But I also ran into some unexpected obstacles: breastfeeding didn't quite work out as planned and finding time to run with a baby who doesn't exactly love her jogging stroller is tough. Still, I'm bound and determined that my old clothes will fit again. I miss my old clothes, stare longingly at them when I pull out the same few pairs of shorts and pants everyday, and vow that when the leaves start to fall, and the air turns crisp and cool again, I will be able to pull on my favorite pair of pre-pregnancy jeans.
My plan is this: exercise more and eat less. What do you think? Sounds simple I know, but the bottom line is that to lose weight, you must burn more calories than you consume. So, that's what I'm setting out to do. My friend Sarah is going to tell me about the wonders of Weight Watchers, which I hope will help guide my eating and lead me to become more conscious of what I'm putting in my mouth. My biggest downfall always has been and always will be sweets. You know those desserts that are too sweet and rich to take more than a few bites of? Well, that's not the case for me. I can always eat the whole thing and not bat an eyelash. But I resolve, here and now, to take back my body (and my wardrobe). By making this goal public for everyone to read perhaps I will be more motivated and finally become one fit mama. So wish me well and here I go!