3..lbs...to...go..sort of.

My scale has been wanting a new battery for some time now.  It actually has two different ones, and I tried in vain replacing the cheaper of the two and it didn't help.  So after hearing me scream at the scale two mornings in a row, hubs decided to go and get the replacement battery for me.  Imagine my surprise when the following morning I step on and it flashes 168 !!!!  I didn't believe it, thinking something was obviously wrong with the new battery, the next day it reads 168.  That means that I am THREE pounds away from what I weighed at my first OB appointment last January and 13 pounds away from my lowest weight since probably 1998 (155).

I haven't been doing much differently.  The first two weeks in January I made it to the gym or worked out at home most days of the week.  Then I started to feel really run down and got about 1 day a week for the following two weeks.  Then I did a 5K in FREEZING weather, but it felt amazing and I did run probably half of it.  It was really muddy in sections and hilly so I decided to take walk breaks then.  After the race I was very pumped up and made myself a tailored training program for a 5K that I plan to do in April and did the first day of it.  Then, yeah I was feeling worse than before, blah, blah.  I have been eating a bit better or trying to.  So maybe it's starting to pay off.  My first goal was to reach my weight of my first OB appointment, since I had gained weight between starting to "try" and that first appointment.  Approximately 10 lbs, maybe a bit less.  Being only 3 lbs from that weight feels great, and hello my jeans are starting to fit better.  Whodathunkit?  Once I hit 165, my next goal is to hit that 155 mark again, hopefully by my 10 year anniversary in May.  Then maybe I can buy myself a snazzy outfit for dinner.  I mean, who wouldn't want to weigh less on their 10th anniversary then they did on their wedding day?  THAT would feel amazing.

No resolutions.

This year I decided NOT to include any weight loss or exercise goals in my resolutions.  Before getting pregnant, exercising 3-5 times a week had become part of my routine.  Even from 13 weeks to about 33 weeks it was still a part of my routine (until the pain from sciatica and Braxton Hicks got so bad I couldn't walk a full lap around the indoor track from the pain).  So, I refuse to make it a resolution to work out a certain amount of times or to lose a certain amount of weight.  The first Sunday of the new year had both me and hubs itching to exercise.  We both just really wanted to do something active and workout.  So last week I exercised 4 days.  A couple of days I made it to the gym and did walking and running intervals. Once I did the same around my neighborhood and another day I did a Zumba workout on the Wii.  This week, I've worked out 2 times already.  I feel amazing.  My mood is lighter, I have had more patience with a very grumpy 3 year old, and my body is already starting to change.  I'm so glad that baby girl has gotten to a place with her nursing that I can fit in a workout much more easily.  I still don't feel comfortable taking her to the gym sitter service.  I think I will probably wait until she is 6 months old to start trying to get back into my morning routine of working out.  It's killing me, because it is my favorite time to workout, but if she got really sick I'd never forgive myself.  I might start trying to get up at 5:30am or so and go to the gym before hubs goes to work, or maybe alternate days with him so he can go as well.

As far as my weight, it's still around 172 (best I can tell).  I haven't weighed myself without clothes in a couple of weeks.  Hubs says I'm gaining muscle but I'm sure the Hickory Farms cheese balls I ate last week had something to do with it.  Oh well.  I've found myself craving healthier foods to snack on the last week, so I will be making a big effort to stock up on healthy options.