I had my 6 week follow up appointment today. You know, to check on how I’m doing after having little Camden. To tell me I can resume normal workouts, etc…
Yes, workouts. As if I knew anything about working out.
Well, my first appointment, the 3 week follow up was pretty freaking spectacular. I found out that I’d lost 20 lbs of pregnancy weight! Hallelujah! The smile on my face was enormous. The weight off my tummy was melting away. I was one happy girl.
That was until this morning.
When the scale told me I’d packed on 4 lbs.
In 3 weeks.
Now I get it…I’m at home all day long. I’m eating foods that I couldn’t eat during my pregnancy. I’m drinking drinks I couldn’t drink. But does all of that warrant gaining 4 lbs in 3 weeks? I don’t think so.
So I’m going to have to find a way to be neurotic. No wine. No soda. No chips. No happiness.
And I let the doctor know that my pre-pregnancy weight wasn’t good enough. That I wanted to be 10lbs lighter than that. So you know what she did? She gave me a goal. A goal to lose 15 to 20 lbs by mid December. Yeah, I’m used to the numbers on the scale going up…not down. So this should be interesting.
And did I mention that I don’t work out? Oh boy kids…you might want to buckle in. This is going to be one bumpy ride.