I joined Weight Watchers in February of this year. Ella was three months old and I had only lost 35 lbs of the 60 that I gained during my pregnancy. 30 pounds of that was mostly water weight (minus Ella’s 7.7 lbs) and came off in the first month. After realizing that the rest of the weight wasn’t exactly melting off, I decided to do more than just wish that I could fit back into my jeans. Tom had put on a few sympathy pounds during the last year as well, so we joined together.
Tom lost his weight pretty quickly and is rapidly turning into a stick figure. It’s probably good that he doesn’t eat as well when he travels; I wouldn’t want him to disappear completely.
I, on the other hand, have struggled. I do think that this diet has been the easiest diet I’ve ever been on, but it’s still a diet. There have been weeks where I haven’t lost any weight and weeks where I’ve gained weight. Overall though, I’ve pretty consistently, if not ever so slowly, lost weight.
It was pretty cool to see my first milestone appear, a red star with a 5 in it. The next one was even better, a brown star that said 10%. I had hit my first goal, losing 10% of my body fat. The next star took a lot longer to get. I had a lot of weeks where I didn’t monitor myself as well and had to struggle to get back into the routine of eating healthy. However, last week I got a new star that says 25. Not only was it exciting to know that I’ve lost 25 pounds on the diet, it meant that I was down to my pre-pregnancy weight, 60 pounds lighter than when Ella was born!
The last picture I have of my pregnant belly was right before my baby shower when I was 8 months along. I have physical pain when I look at how big my poor stomach got. I can’t believe that I could even walk, let alone that I worked a full-time job up until a week before Ella was born. I even had to buy bigger maternity shirts because the ones I had were too small.
I took a picture of me now, 60 pounds lighter, to compare the difference almost a year can make.
Believe it or not, we do want to have another baby in the next year or so. You’d think my pregnancy would have been pretty effective birth control but I’m willing to go through the torture one more time. This time, though, I will hopefully be a lot better about what I eat so that I can keep the belly stretching under control. Who knows, maybe instead of craving Cheetos, I’ll crave tofu.