On March 12, 2010, I peed on a home pregnancy test. It wasn’t my first time. We had “tried” for five months. It was our first positive test, and we were elated. One week later, my body miscarried our child. I weighed 164 pounds, overweight for my 5’6″ frame. I grieved, and I ate. On September 10, 2010, another test showed a positive result, and the scale showed 172 pounds.
I weighed 192 pounds at 28 weeks when I tested positive for gestational diabetes. Despite controlling my diabetes, my pregnancy ended in preterm delivery at 33 weeks. Three weeks later, my daughter came home from the hospital, and I weighed 169 pounds, below my pre-pregnancy weight. Surely, I was on my way to becoming a fit mommy.
My daughter turned seven months on November 2, 2011, and I had returned to 181 pounds through sloppy eating and stressful living. Although I liked the sound of a New Year’s resolution, I knew my health and wellness couldn’t wait for that momentous date. I joined a nearby gym with childcare, counted calories, and I began losing weight.
When calories in are less than calories out, weight disappears. You must be honest about the food you eat. Portion size was my greatest pitfall. Measure your portions by scale or measuring cup until you can accurately eyeball it. I used a website to faithfully record my daily calories. Don’t fear fat and protein. Many low-fat foods can be high calorie due to high carbohydrate quantities, and I never found them filling.
Setting Fitness Goals
I set my goals in terms of physical fitness milestones instead of pounds lost. A one-time runner, I ran to achieve my goals. I wanted to run an entire 5k race on New Year’s Day, and I succeeded. I chose two 10k races in March. I wanted to complete them in less than an hour, but my best time ended up being 1:03. I attempted my pinnacle, a half marathon, on April 21, 2012. I set a personal record of 2:21.
Identify your ultimate motivation. I’ve never wanted to be a size zero, so tiny outfits and stick figure models didn’t cut it. I wanted another pregnancy, another chance to nest with a tiny person growing inside me, minus the fears and trials of the past. Images of a newborn, unburdened by the alarms and wires of the NICU, always inspired me to achieve more in my workouts.
On April 24, 2012, three days after my half-marathon, we conceived another baby. I miscarried at eight weeks. I weighed 154 pounds. I struggled to maintain my weight loss in the months that followed. Pregnancy struck again in August 2012. My doctors work closely with me to ensure a healthy pregnancy, and I’m sticking with my positive habits. I’m due with a baby boy in 2013. My New Year’s resolution is to deliver a healthy, full-term baby.