The angry, itchy red marks covering my midsection when I changed out of my work clothes tonight were the final straw on my heap o' denial. It wasn't the pants that I'm straining to button, or the horrific number on the GYN's scale (it always measures high). It was my tights. My tights that I wore when I was pregnant with far less discomfort than I had from them today.
I'm getting fat.
Fat is a relative term. I'm a fairly average-sized girl. Always have been. Hope I always will be. But the 15 or better pounds I've put on since November-ish are enough to send me into my own personal fat realm. I'm at my heaviest non-pregnant weight ever, and uncomfortably close to my highest pregnancy weight, too.
This isn't regular holiday festivity weight gain. I might fluctuate by a few pounds from Thanksgiving to New Year's, but I don't go up that much. I think the medicine I started in mid-November might be part of the problem, as I don't think I've been eating much more or much worse than normal. And despite my ass limitations, I haven't been terribly more sedentary than normal. But I'm sure those factors aren't helping anything.
SO! Once I get the clear from my orthopedist and wound doctor - I think I see them both next week - I'm going to start doing Couch25K (ugh, running. Barf!). It's on the 101 things list I'm working on and will post when I finally get it done (I'm about 10 short and out of ideas), but I figure I can start working on it now without it really being cheating. I meant to have the list done and posted and activities started by January 1.
I'm also going to try to watch what I eat, but, dude, I'm terrible at that. My goal is reasonable portion sizes, more grazing, more water, and at least a slight reduction in my weekly total consumption of junk food. It's a place to start, right?
I think I'll talk to the crazy doctor about my medicines, too. If I stay on this stuff, I can't keep gaining weight at this rate. We're talking at least 15 pound in about six weeks. Not cool. This is worse than the stuff I was on straight out of the hospital that put on 10 pounds in five weeks. I can't do this.
How original. A weight loss post for the new year. I swear I didn't plan for it to work out this way! I just can't appropriately fit into...an embarrassing amount of my work clothes any more, and I really don't have the cash to go out and buy a fat wardrobe. Losing the pudge is much more difficult, but theoretically costs less money. Right?