Now that I’m done with that whole Baby-Having phase of my life, I’m working on getting my health and body back. My hyperemesis is gone, although I have some lingering effects in my hair, teeth, and nails. When it was all said and done, I lost twenty-seven pounds, which would normally be a really exciting weight loss but under the circumstances, not so much.
My first month postpartum I was regaining my appetite, so I ate anything that sounded good. That was every bit as wonderful as you would think. I also regained some weight. I have some shocking information for you, but you can’t eat two banana splits a day and not gain weight. I know, right? They should put that on the box.
After my month of ridiculous eating, I slowly started to cut out the bad stuff. Having Gestational Diabetes leads to an elevated risk of developing Type 2 Diabetes in the future, and I would like to avoid that. I cut out refined sugar, bread, cheese and most dairy (other than a splash of milk in my morning coffee), and stuck mostly to proteins, fruit, and greens. I kept telling myself, “Heather, this isn’t a diet, it’s a lifestyle.” Amazingly, that did not make me miss sugar any less.
I also started going to the gym now that I am free to exercise. My friends Tara, Diane, and myself are currently in a competition to see who can excise the most days in the month. It’s perfect motivation for me – there have been lots of days where I felt too tired to go to the gym, but I went just because I didn’t want to lose our challenge. Sometimes it pays to be hyper-competitive!
At the beginning of the month, I weighed myself and took down my measurements. After two weeks of exercising five days a week and eating well, I weighed myself again. As I stepped on the scale, I was certain I’d be down at least half a pound, if not more. I waited for the numbers to spin up and….I’d gained three and a half pounds.
I was pretty much the opposite of pleased.
Two weeks of eating well and getting my heart pumping, and I had gained weight. Sure, I was sleeping better (for me), my skin looked less-puffy, and I had more energy, but I also had three and a half more pounds. That is total crap! If I am going to gain weight, it’s not going to be on salad and skinless chicken breasts! It’s going to be on gooey cheesey sandwiches and dessert! Obviously, I need to rethink this lifestyle.
Anger at my weight-gain aside, I am really happy with how much better I am feeling. It also helps that James is sleeping for 9.5-10 hours at night now! I’m mostly just grateful that I have my body back. I’m starting to feel like myself again – no more puking, or shots, or bland diets. But seriously, if I’ve gained more weight the next time I weigh-in, food and I are going to have a serious talk.