OK, so anyone who knows me from my posts will not be surprised.
I'm ssssslllllllinking back. Boo!
I was so conflicted about the baby - I kept gaining and gaining, and I've lost practically nothing since giving birth - what I did lose has almost all come back. My habits are awful, I'm getting no sleep and eating very haphazardly, and I was scared to death of getting pregnant and winding up over 300 pounds by the end of it.
I felt like I had no choice, though, because hubby said now or never. Everything I was reading was saying it's dangerous to space pregnancies less than at least 18 months apart, but I was ignoring that and trying to be positive and thinking of my sister-in-law, who has two girls 12 months apart, and they are both fine. But she was at a normal weight. I have risk factors anyway from being fat, let alone two back-to-back pregnancies. Plus a family history of diabetes, which I have avoided so far in the first two pregnancies, but this felt like pushing my luck.
So I talked with hubby and said I was coming to terms with not having any more kids, because now did not feel like the right time, and I didn't want to cheat my second daughter out of her mommy time by being pregnant so soon. And what does he say? That he is so in love with our kids that there is no doubt he wants to try for a third, and if it has to be in a couple of years instead of right now, he is OK with it. God is truly great - if only we listen and heed the clues.
So He is telling me to get fit, now. I fought it for the last week or so - thinking I could still do this on my own, use real food, exercise, keep my calories low - but I have no time to exercise and no energy to boot from the lack of sleep (being up past midnight every night does not help, but that's another vice). I didn't see how we could possibly afford for me to do MF - and like the impulsive chicky I am, I sold my 2-month supply a few weeks ago on eBay. There's no way I can replace it for the price I sold it for. Dumba**, right?
I looked around on eBay tonight, pricing things, then went to my health coach's website and put some things in the cart to see what the cost would be. With my BeSlim discount and taking advantage of case pricing, it's costing me less to buy direct than to buy off eBay. So I ordered it. Put it on a credit card, which I hate to do, but I'm going to have faith that God is leading me in this direction, wants me to get the weight off, and so will lead me to find the money to make it happen.
I am scared, of course. Scared that I will fail. But I am putting our finances on the line to do this, and I truly do want another baby, and I will not feel comfortable trying until I am solidly away from the 200s. Like by 30 pounds or more. Goal would be even better, of course, but you never know what will happen.
I've ordered some goal clothes, and some clothes for my current size which I will no doubt return immediately since I am no longer resigned to being this size forever, and I can stand to wait a few weeks to fit into some pre-prego stuff. Plus there's a bit of money I can recoup - almost enough to pay for my first month - by sending back those things.
I am excited, too. Glad to be taking control. And I can even start tomorrow, instead of waiting for my order to come, by trying to space my meals the way you're supposed to with MF and going lower carb. I thought about doing it on my own with 100-calorie packs and a L&G, but I was concerned about the total lack of nutrition that would be. I mean, 5 Special K bars are not the equivalent of 5 MF meals, right? Plus, knowing that it works, I don't want to screw with it. I can't do it on my own right now - I need the structure. I remember the awesome feeling of being on plan for several days in a row, and I'd like to feel that way again.
I do have tons of exercise DVDs, plus the treadmill, and I am going to find a way to make exercise a part of every weekday at least. My all-or-nothing perfectionism gets in the way there - thinking if I can't do an hour of sweat-dripping exercise, then I'll just do nothing. 10 minutes of walking is better than none. I have to remember that. Plus, what a great example for my daughter to have exercise time. How cute would she be doing the little dance moves with me? (I prefer cardio dance workouts.) I'll just have to be sure I don't do the Carmen Electra with her in the house.
Well, that's my tirade for tonight. I need to KISS - keep it simple, stupid. I get so caught up in the charts and graphs and rewards and the future-tripping and the "how-much-weight-can-I-lose-if-I-don't-cheat-for-xxx-number-of-days" that I forget to take it one day at a time, one meal at a time. The numbers will follow if I am following the plan, but they will do so at their own pace. I can only control what goes in my mouth and how much I move my body.
I am ready to be one of the success stories. I am ready to Make Me Thinner!!!