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.