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Weight Loss Diary #1

This is the first in a series of posts I have planned about weight loss. Mine, specifically. Yes, I know, not exactly thrilling reading but I know that I am always interested in hearing about post-baby weight loss stories and for me this is kind of like going to a Slimming World meeting but I don’t have to pay and can wear pyjamas!

To begin, here’s a little background:

I think I must have been about 187 pounds when I found out I was pregnant, which was about 10 pounds heavier than my “happy” weight.

When I got weighed 9 weeks after Gwenn was born, I was about 220 pounds, meaning that (by my very loose calculations) I put on about 30 pounds during my pregnancy, which is frigging loads! I think the average weight gain guidelines are something near 25-30 pounds, but this is including baby and fluid!!

Fifteen stones and ten pounds is the weight of an actual human man.

I have lost 1 and a half stones since then, which is pretty rubbish really. I breastfed until 40 weeks which I used as an excuse to make zero effort.  I am a very emotional eater and as I am teetotal, I tend to rely on rubbish food as stress relief. In terms of exercise, I don’t do any but I am a really prolific walker! I am averaging about 80-82,000 steps on a weekly basis.

I need to get serious about this now, for both appearance and health reasons, so the other week I set out a Get Fit plan, which I will be using to help me reach my weight loss goal, alongside posting here couple of weeks (which I’m hoping will instill some fear into me!)

A bit less of this in future!

I know there are lots of ways to measure weight loss, but I prefer scales over tape measure so I’ll be weighing myself and sharing the results here. I’ll also let you know my step count, which needs to be at least 70k.

Here are my first set!!!

WEEKLY STATS:

Current weight: 14 stones 4 pounds

Weight lost this week: N/A

Weight lost so far: 1 stone 7 pounds

Steps this week: 80738

My weight loss target is 12 stones 4 pounds which would take me to about half a stone lighter than I was when I got married (the lightest I have ever been in my adult life was 12 stones 7 pounds, in the January before I got married). Obviously I would like to be even lighter, but I think 2 stones is a reasonable target for now.

To quote an episode of Friends: “Big fat Grandma arms”

How much weight did you put on when you were pregnant? And, more importantly, how did you lose it?

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Mums’ List #9

The Mums’ List linky, hosted by Hannah at Mums’ Days, is a great opportunity to look back over the week and share personal highs and lows and also connect with and learn from other bloggers.

Now on the subject of connecting with fellow bloggers, this weekend it was Britmums Live, which is a massive blogging conference that I didn’t attend, and from the looks of my Twitter feed, I was the only one not there! I’ve really enjoyed reading about everybody’s experiences and seeing their photos and I will admit, although I couldn’t have afforded to go and wouldn’t go away without Gwenn anyway, I did feel a pang (okay, a shedload) of jealousy.

But even though I wasn’t in London with everyone, I have picked up some things from Tweets and Facebook statuses that have got me thinking about the my little corner of the internet. I’ll not bore everyone to tears talking about the blog’s “direction” AGAIN 😉 but I am taking (mental, at the moment) steps to give my site more of an identity. What I mean by that is, I’m very aware that I don’t give enough of “me”. When reading some of my favourite blogs, I get a very strong feeling about the person who has written it but I think I have held a lot back so far.

To try rectify this, last Sunday I did my first lifestyle post about Father’s Day. I still feel weird about it, in a “Well, who’s going to be interested in just reading about what you did?” way, but hopefully it’ll give readers a little insight into my family life? I also did a fun post about breastfeeding style ideas that wasn’t exactly informative but I was trying to keep it lighthearted.

Thanks to Hannah sharing two of my posts on her Facebook page this week, my stats have been, in the words of WordPress, “booming”. I never seem to convert views into comments though. Without comments it’s impossible to know whether readers are enjoying what you have to say. Has anybody else had this problem?

Elsewhere on the internet, and probably because I have three weeks to get a new body, face, skin and hair before our holiday, I really connected with Damaging Body Image  by Aby at You Baby Me Mummy.

Today we went to get Gwenn’s first pair of shoes, even though she seems to have returned to crawling almost exclusively after giving walking a quick go and deciding it wasn’t for her. This is the best photo I could get of the measuring experience!!

Other things we have done this week include:

Finding happiness in a bottle (and those who read my post about being teetotal will understand that this does not come easily to me!) …

Sitting on a flyover and let our hair blow around, 80′s power ballad vid stylee …

Buying some new books, due to me getting sick of reading the same things every night …

So that was my week. Tomorrow I am going to start Eating Clean in preparation for Center Parcs, so I’ll be able to update you next time on how I’ve found it. I give it two days!!!

 

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Confessions of a teetotal mama

I may have mentioned this before 😉 but, having put on a hefty 2 and a half stone while pregnant with Gwenn, I have only lost 1 stone in a year. I put this down very much to the fact I have made no effort. It’s not like I’m killing myself to shed the pounds but not getting anywhere, so at least I can take some comfort in that!

I am very aware of my danger zones. Boredom, monotony (sorry Gwenn, but it’s true), lack of sleep, the usual. Up until very recently G was getting up between 4-5 am every morning but I was still going to bed “normal” time. Well I’m sorry, but being up that long every day entitles one to an extra meal at the very least, surely?!?!

I also eat a lot of Gwenn’s leftovers as she is very contrary when it comes to what food she will eat from one day to the next.

And I love chocolate. LOVE it. Chocolate is my wine, for I am (hate this word) teetotal.

For me, the word teetotal conjures up images of past problems with alcohol and a fear of going back “there”. I don’t drink alcohol out of choice because it does not interest me in the slightest. I used to, when I was younger, because it is funny to be drunk when you’re 17 and I also was (still am really) frighteningly shy and awkward and to have any hope of enjoying any social situation I had to drink.

But I have never drank alcohol at home, like in the evening while watching TV or with dinner. Plus, I don’t like the taste of most alcoholic drinks, other than cider which is SO good and I probably feel about cider the way I felt about cocktail sausages when I was younger and didn’t eat meat!

Now I can only guess here, because there was no line drawn in the sand, but in roughly four years since deciding I wasn’t going to drink anymore, I have had one glass of champagne the morning after my wedding: half a glass of champagne the following day; and half a glass of Buck’s Fizz at a friends’ wedding (when I was 14 weeks pregnant – talk about picking my moments!).

Being pregnant for 39 weeks and 2 days then breastfeeding for 40 weeks was zero hardship for me in terms of missing the odd tipple here and there. Two days after I found out I was in the family way I went to my lovely friend’s big day and the fact I wasn’t drinking raised no eyebrows whatsoever because I never do.

I know that people find it odd that I don’t have any interest in alcohol. I was equally taken back at how many people I know struggled with the whole Dry January thing because, as a non-drinker, I hadn’t really appreciated the part that alcohol plays in the (almost) day-to-day life of most of my friends and family. But I have no problem with people who drink alcohol. I don’t have any issue with people drinking around me. Although I admit I cannot stand being around drunk people, but I think anybody who has been the one sober person in a room in which everyone else is well away will totally understand where I’m coming from.

Maybe the fact that I have consumed alcohol even on an incredibly limited scale means that I can’t call myself teetotal but saying I’m teetotal is much easier than saying “Well, I don’t drink alcohol but it’s not like I can’t drink it and I suppose I have had some alcohol …” and so forth. Andrew has only slightly more interest in it than me and he probably has the equivalent of two bottles of lager a month, if that, so we are perfectly suited in this respect.

But anyway, the point of this whole thing is that the fact I don’t drink alcohol means I will never be one of those people who say “Well I just cut out the red with dinner and the weight just felloff”. Cutting out alcohol seems like such an easy way of getting a quick fix. In all the “Get your Summer body HERE” articles in magazines it’s always something along the lines of “Ditch that cheeky after work cocktail”. Well, that and “Get off the bus one stop earlier”! But this avenue is not open to me (the alcohol bit, not the bus) and there’s no one area of my food intake that I can easily jettison. I suppose I could say to myself “Stop eating so much shit” – that would probably do the trick – but if I don’t eat chocolate, white bread, biscuits, grated cheese out of the packet, handfuls of blueberry wheats every five minutes etc etc, then what pleasure will I have in life?

Would I have to turn to gin just to get through the day?!?!

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