5 posts tagged “weight”
Today I woke up in a bit of a funk. I know I'm really not all that large. And that the large-ness I am experiencing is because an actual little baby is growing inside of me. But, damn if it isn't depressing having to pull out some old dress, that you don't even like all that much, to wear to work cause none of your jeans or regular pants fit, and you've already exhausted your collections of pants that fall under the "stretchy" category. I've gained another 1.5 pounds since my last check up. Bringing my total weight gain up to 6.5 pounds, in 3.5 months. All well within range. My doctor said about 4 pounds between each visit was ideal. So far I've managed to do ok by that. I just kind of want to get past this "is she pregnant, or did she just eat a huge bowl of pasta (or other bloat inducing food) for lunch?" stage. cause that's how I feel right now. I'm small enough that I don't necessarily look pregnant, unless you knew. I'm sure by the end of the month, I'll "pop" as they say. (which I'm really not sure how I feel about that term, to be completely honest) Until then, I'm just stuck in this in between phase I suppose.
Or back to work at least. Man...let me tell you, after taking a week and a half vacation, work blows. Even more than normal. The days have just been dragging by. I think the only way I'm getting through this trying time is that I'm really looking forward to moving this weekend. Even if I'm (as expected) not done packing yet.
I've been trying to catch up on everyone's posts. But there are so many! It's not so bad to catch up on a day or two, but miss a week of posts, and it's like things are completely different with people.
So the trip was amazing. I had such a fun time. My only complaint is that I wish the Argentinian was there. And that the drinks were free. Cause those sure add up (hello almost $400 bill). We went to Grand Cayman, Honduras, Belize, and Mexico. Sacramento Guy was on the trip, and for the most part things were fine, except for the fight we got on one night. And that he occassionally got on my nerves. But overall things were ok between us. I got a tan, just like I hoped. So that makes me happy. I was worried since I (and everyone else who went in our group practically) got pretty burned on our first day at sea that I'd have to stay bathed in sunblock to prevent further discomfort. But luckily a day or two later I was fine and ready to soak up some more sun. The ship had such amazing food. I gained like 5 pounds, at least. But it was worth it. So delicious. I wish I had bought the cookbook they had of the meals they served. I might try to find out from my friend if there is a way to order one off of the ship.
As much fun as I had on the trip, I was definitely ready to get home at the end. I couldn't want to see the Argentinian. Aside from the break up, we've never been apart for that long. So we were both so happy to see each other again. I couldn't wait to get my arms around him.
For the rest of the weekend I'm just going to eat whatever I want. I woke up at 7 am starving, so I went downstairs to get something to eat. What did I decide to eat? Mashed potatoes and a rootbeer. Yeah. And I just ate more about 20 min. ago. Dieting and exercise to resume on Monday.
Well, all that getting down to my ideal weight has been thwarted by the HUGE meal I just ate. For serious, I ate like a pig. I now feel sick to my stomach. No more eating the rest of the weekend. Liquid diet. Or just very minimal. I'm not eating anything else until like tomorrow dinner. Ugh...
I've been wanting to lose a few pounds over the last couple of months. I'm by no means fat. I was only around 105,at 5'3", so it wasn't like I needed to lose the weight. Just my own personal preference on what I feel best at. Well, like I've always said, nothing helps you lose weight better than a broken heart. I've already lost about 6 pounds, so I'm only about 3 pounds from my ideal weight. At least something good came out of this. (grasping at straws to look for good things? probably)
