Shrunk/Grown Weigh In Wednesday and Measurements

Happy Wednesday! Which means, it’s weigh in Wednesday! Granted I’ve missed a eight a couple. And I’d like to point out, holy crap….EIGHT? That’s insane.

But anyways. I could tell you all the excuses in the world, because if you remember…a girl loves her excuses. But, I have none. Except there was one or two in there that I forgot to actually weigh myself on Wednesday. Other than that, oops.

My last weigh in was way back in November.

How about that lack of accountability I’ve got going on?

BUT, I did make a prediction that I’d managed to gain 10 pounds over the Thanksgiving season.

Am I psychic???

Last weigh-in: 205.3
This weigh-in: 213.6
Gained: 8.3
Total lost from highest: 57.6

I am proud to say, I am NOT psychic. I did not gain 10 pounds. HA.

But really? 8 pounds.

Oops.

So much for that whole making and sticking to a plan thing. And I was so close to being back to my pre-pregnancy weight. AND under 200 again.

Well, pull up my big girl britches and continue on, I suppose.

Now for the part two of this, my measurements.

I haven’t actually measured myself in 5 months. I’d had the plan (there’s that little evil word again) of measuring myself once a month. I have no idea where that plan went, until I found my measuring tape…and was all like “ohhhh, crap. That’s right.” Which made me search though my files until I found my measurement tracker.

So I measured myself and plugged in my numbers

Um… How? I’m not going to complain. After gaining 3.6 pounds since July, I’ve actually lost inches. Which is awesome.

What saved my little tushie was all the exercising I’ve done. I’ve been climbing stairs, doing any form of situps I can find online, arm dips… that kind of stuff. So I’ve been able to get away with eating like poo… still gained weight (obviously), but overall, I did lose inches. I have to assume it’s because I’ve been compensating with exercise.

I’ll take it. I was initially all bummed about not losing any weight. But, those measurements! Silver lining!

I’ve lost 1/2 an inch off my waist, 3 in my bust (always the first to go), and 2 off my hips. Everything else (especially those lovehandles) are still standing firm though, with only 2.5 inches off collectively.

BUT, that’s a grand total of 8 inches gone!

I’ll celebrate to that!

Although, I must say… looking at my little “thrown together spreadsheet” kinda makes me want something prettier.

Oh well, I never claimed to be creative!

Bad Blogger! Bad! Part 2

So, yesterday I left you at a cliff hanger. Am I really narcissitic enough to think that you out there are clinging on my every word, waiting desperately for another post from your favorite blogger like it’s crack (or swiss cake rolls, in my experience)? Anyone? Anyone?

Beuller?

Beuller?

No? Ok, maybe that’s just me.

Ahem, anyways. I said yesterday that something amazing, scary, life changing, (yada yada yada) happened. And I wasn’t being super overly dramatic, at least not this time. If you haven’t already guessed… here you go.

One month smiles

See that cute face right there?

We had a baby! Cue the fan fare!

Her name is Jordin, and she’s a firecracker! Her big brother loves her to the moon and back. And we’re super lucky. Super, super, lucky.

Whew.

So, now things are getting back on track, we’re feeling less stressed on the day to day. What isn’t getting back on track is my weight. Ohhhh, the weight.

I am a stress eater who was pregnant. So can you guess what happened? Yeah, I gained a crapton of weight.

Seriously.

Crapton.

Definition: Craptop. (crap-ton) Noun: Equal to four shitloads

When we found out I was pregnant I weighed 198. Considering I last left you at 194, gaining only 4 pounds in 6 months through all the stress we were under was remarkable for me.

What wasn’t remarkable how much I gained and how quickly. By the time I had Jordin I was 248. Yeah, I gained 50 pounds exactly. Before anyone starts screaming about how much a pregnant woman should gain…I know. My doctors advised me on it. And yes, I was 15 pounds over what a average weight pregnant lady should gain, let alone someone who is already overweight, But I got big!

Last day pregnant

See? And from the front, I looked even bigger. Yay!

But don’t be too alarmed, I’ve lost a little bit (with a catch). It hasn’t been my priority, but I did.

So for my new, official (practically starting over) weigh in.

In true Plumpville tradition…

Last Weigh-In (April 2014): 194.3
This Weigh-In: 232.3
Total gained: 38 lbs

And… quadruple ouch.

Now, going into the OR at 248 and now, nearly three months later sitting at 16 pounds lighter would be an awesome claim. But, alas, I’m not even going to pretend that I’ve lost 16 pounds. I’ve definitely lost something but let’s not get too excited.

Figure at least 8 of those pounds were all baby, and at LEAST 5 of that was all the stuff that comes along with giving birth, I won’t give details…all you moms and dads out there who know what exactly is entailed will know. Those of you who don’t, throw up a quick Google search, ask your parents, or think back to middle school health class.

So that really only leaves about 5 pounds. 3 pounds lost in 2 months. Can’t complain!

Wait.

Yes, I can.

Now lets consider retaining water, and boobs the size of Texas.

Yeah. So of all the fat I’ve lost (because let’s face it, the goal here is to lose fat… not non-fat weight)… nada. Zip. Zilch. Zero.

There is a reason why doctors advise only gaining a certain amount of weight… those are all health reasons. Safety for yourself and the baby being numbers one and two (not necessarily in that order).

For me, I’m glad I had a perfectly healthy, beautiful baby girl… but I realize now vanity is defintiely one of those.

I gained WEIGHT not baby and belly. My lovehandles expanded to respemble something akin to floating noodles, and my old favorite pair of pink skinny jeans barely button (and the seams…those poor, poor seams).

Let’t not even get started on my knees, back, and ankles. Quintuple ouch. Although that ouch is actual physical pain. Yeah. Not fun.

So here I am. Back, back, back on the wagon. I was cleared for exercise six weeks after my c-section, then some minor complications with BC (I’ll get on that at a later time) made the thoughts of situps or anything that would remotely force me to stretch and flex my lower stomach basically nauseating.

But I’m feeling better, physically ready and mentally sooooo ready. Whereas a few weeks ago, I wasn’t. Especially not physically.

So, this time around, I’m starting heavier than I was the first time I started this blog. I’m only 34 pounds down from my heaviest weight, and 50 pounds up from my lightest.

I’ve got a long way to go, and in the last couple days I’ve realized how difficult this is going to be again. But I’m determined.

So here goes nothing.

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Back on track.