And another gain it is....

Well, it happened again.

Another gain. This time it was 9 pounds. That makes 24 total pounds gained. Not terrible I guess considering I'm in my eighth month of pregnancy...and I do know it will come off after my little girl enters this world. It might take me longer but I will lose it again plus some!

So even though the weight gain isn't terrible, I'm really going to watch myself more carefully from here on out. I want to keep the remaining potential weight gain to a minimum if at all possible.

Todd and I even walked around the block after I got home from work yesterday.

It's not much but it's a start (again).

Oops I did it again!

I knew it would happen.

I am pregnant after all.

I weighed in yesterday and gained another 7 pounds. That makes a total of 15...not too bad considering I'm 6 months pregnant. It sure helped that I lost 21 pounds in the beginning of my pregnancy.

I know that whatever I end up gaining as a whole will come off again plus some. I have no doubts about that. I've finally found something that works and I'll get right back on the "diet horse" after the baby is born.

I was successful before. And I'll have success again.

And the bonus? I'll have a beautiful baby girl as my "reward."

It finally happened....

I stepped on the scale Monday morning and there it was.

The dreaded gain. And nearly 8 pounds at that!

But you know? I'm OK with it. I would have been extremely shocked to see a loss since I didn't eat very well the last month. Because of my pregnancy, instead of morning sickness, I've had food aversion. It hasn't been fun. Nothing that sounds even remotely "good" for me sounds good enough to eat.

Chicken? Yuck. A burger? Not so much. Pasta? No way! It's the strangest thing.

Also, it was discovered Monday after having an MRI, that I have a pinched nerve in my lower back which is affecting my hip/back/leg. That has not been fun either!

So, what happens when you add crappy food to the mix of limited mobility and activity?

You get eight pounds of unwanted gain.

But, the baby is healthy and for now, that's what matters.

Flashback to the 80s?

Nope. It's no flashback, baby! It's a flash forward to now because after eight months, I'm down 80 pounds! Can I get a woop woop?

I weighed in again yesterday and lost another 6 pounds even through the holidays! I'm pretty impressed because I honestly didn't think I'd have a loss at all. In fact, I worried about a gain. The Christmas goodies were everywhere. Every time I turned around, someone was bringing in a plate of treats from home. I cursed each of my co-workers under my breath (OK...so maybe I complained straight to their faces!) and I know it wasn't their fault. They didn't want the goodies crowding their kitchen countertops any more than I wanted those goodies taking up space at the nearest empty desk at work!

I enjoyed all of my mother's yummy treats she sent home with us along with homemade fudge, peanut butter balls and brownie-like cookies with a powdered sugar coating (those were my fave) and all the while, I still managed to lose 6 pounds.

Dang. I'm good.

Almost nine gallons of milk?

Oh, you thought this was my weight loss blog you were reading and not some bizarre grocery list?

You're at the right place. It's just that according to one of my Facebook friends, my current weight loss number is the equivalent of nearly nine gallons of milk!

I'm down another 11 pounds for a grand total of 74 pounds since starting this journey on May 20, 2009.

I couldn't believe it when I stepped on the scale and saw the number. In fact, I told the nurse to shut up. I know. Completely rude of me. Totally didn't mean to say that but I was in such shock...it just kind of came out. The shock was so much that I actually stepped off the scale just to step back on! Who does that? Uh. Not me!

Another amazing number is 26...which would put me at 100 pounds lost. I can barely wrap my head around that. And even if I tell myself to do it in a year, I have five more months to do it in. I think I can manage that.

I'm definitely going to try.

Four more down

I had another weigh in. I'm now down 63.3 pounds in six months.

I know now I have to amp it up and do more exercise and pay close attention to what I put in my mouth. I want some more BIG numbers. Don't get me wrong. I'm glad I lost four, especially since it was around Halloween and all. I did partake in a little Halloween candy, you know!

On a side note, I did wear a sweater to work this week that I wore 18 years ago in one of my graduation pictures! So that was exciting for sure. And I got a lot of great compliments this week as well. I am blessed for sure.

So, here's to more exercise and even better food choices!

Compliments...they do a body good!

I have another weigh-in tomorrow.

Am I nervous? Absolutely.

Do I think I lost anything? If the comments I've received in the last few weeks are any indication of a loss, then, yes I have!

I've done something differently in the last month. I haven't written in my food journal. I was curious to see if I'd done it long enough now that I didn't have to continue. If I don't have the results I want at my weigh-in, then I know I'll have to make the necessary changes. But journaling got to be so redundant. I wondered if it was really making a difference this far along in the game. We'll see where that leads me. It very well could lead me right back to my food journal. And I'm OK with that.

I've done a bit more activity this last month but still nothing consistent. I don't know what the answer is going to be for that. It seems every time I have good intentions to do more, life gets in the way and the exercise doesn't fit in. I know it's all about choices. I just have to learn to choose differently and that's hard. A lifetime of bad habits still doesn't change even after six months. Well, I guess I still have to have struggles to keep me grounded. If I didn't, this weight loss thing would have happened a long time ago, right?

As I mentioned, I've received many compliments in the last few weeks. What a confidence booster those are!

My husband grabbed me for a hug a few weeks ago and said, "Holy crap!" I couldn't figure out why he would say that while hugging me. "What was that for?" I asked him. He said, "Before, when I used to hug you, I could only clasp my fingers together while my arms were around you. Now, I can do this." And he illustrated by showing me that he could grab his own wrists and hug me. He said it seemed like he was squishing me but I explained that wasn't the case! LOL

Yesterday, a co-worker asked how much more I'm down. I told her I wouldn't know until Thursday. She said she could definitely tell that I'd lost more because looking at a side profile, I looked flat. It's hard to describe but I totally understood what she meant.

Another gentleman at church on Sunday asked if he could ask me a question and hoped I wouldn't think he was nosy. I said I wouldn't think that. He wanted to know if I had lost something or some things. I couldn't help but smile. When I told him I was currently down 58 pounds, he was shocked and upset at himself that it took him this long to "notice." I told him there was no need to apologize. Even though the compliment was delayed, it was super nice to hear anyway!

I finally changed my profile picture on Facebook. I had several people tell me I no longer looked like my other picture, that my face was much thinner. So, after like five tries, my husband finally captured a shot of me that I approved of. I barely had the pictured uploaded and friends were posting comments about it. Again, really nice to hear!

So, even if the scale doesn't give me a number I like tomorrow, I will remember all of these great compliments and use those to fuel myself for the next month when I face the scale once again.