Battle of the Bulge(s)

Perhaps some of you may remember back in the day when I was a few slices of cake away from 250 pounds. It took me a good two + years to slim down to 175 pounds-- which is just flirting the ideal weight range for my height and build. I've recently retired my broken scale that lied by about 10 pounds and replaced it with a cheap but accurate one. I know my correct weights because Doctor office chart notes and the gym scale are depressingly accurate.

Now why am I going here when this blog has been specifically baby blog?? Well I suppose because health (physical, mental, and familial included here) has become almost an obsession of mine. A healthy obsession [hardy har har]! And it is intrinsically tied with motherhood. I am also recently inspired to write about this history of mine after picking up the book, The Amazing Adventures of Dietgirl. And most importantly, I'm striving to incorporate healthy living as part of the foundation for my little family.

Over my whole pregnancy, I gained close to 45 pounds (the extra five crept in when you count the last minute bloating). I've successfully shed all but about ten of those pounds. The first 15 came off in a big swoop, the remaining weight much much slower. It's hard to find a balance of exercise and proper nutrition without compromising my milk supply. Thus I have to push the oatmeal, nuts , grains , more oatmeal, occasional slice of cake, dairy, and even more oatmeal. I have such a skinny baby, I am in no way trying to restrict my diet. It's a struggle for me to find the middle ground. A daily struggle. So I write everything I eat down so I can track not only my nutrition but that I am getting enough.

So here I am at four months post prego trying to find that happy medium and with only a few more bulges to go:













































And for fun, here's me at not even my heftiest: (click on it to enlarge the large)