I just had a depressing few days.
I can't even put my finger on anything specific, just that I was feeling all dowdy and bleh. I suspect my energy is beginning to drain from the pregnancy as I'm currently approaching the sixth week; I've been really emotional and more anxious than usual as well. I did get a lot of light walking in on Sunday by browsing the swap meet, but I so didn't want to be there. And all I wanted to do yesterday was stay at home and mope around.
Hubby and I made a quick run to a couple of stores last night to find a doggy pooper scooper (TMI? ) since I know I'll probably have trouble bending over to clean the yard after the pups in a few months. I changed into one of my new shirts before taking off, and as I caught a glimpse of my figure out of the corner of my eye, I realized that I probably won't get to wear any of my new clothes for long and felt like a blob all over again.
What gives? I was hoping the days of feeling like a blob would be over. I'm currently around 212, which is pretty much the smallest I've ever been as an adult. And I know the weight gain I'll be facing is temporary, but I was on such a roll this past year. Watching my weight go down has been more magical than I'd let myself realize, I think. I've been telling myself all along that the numbers don't matter, that I just want to get healthier and have a baby. But finally managing to get under 220 for the first time since junior high was a big moment for me, a sign that I accomplished something that I used to believe was impossible. And now that I'm pregnant? I couldn't be happier about that since it's something I've always wanted and because it actually was my main goal with getting healthier, but I sort of feel I got stopped in my tracks.
It's still early on in the pregnancy of course, and maybe I'm just overwhelmed. I think I'm still a little scared because I lost my very first pregnancy last year. I've been doing the best to my ability when it comes to providing my body nutrition and overall health ever since the miscarriage in hopes of conceiving, and now that I'm pregnant again I'm going to continue to take care of my body and in turn, take care of my growing baby. Which of course, is much more important than seeing a certain number on a scale or fitting into a certain size. And I'm pretty confident in my current health, given how I'm in a much better state than I was when I conceived in late 2011 (not only had I locked myself into a steady regain, I was a complete mess physically and emotionally).
As we were leaving the store last night, Hubby was aware of my recent lack of energy and general mopey-ness, and suggested that I try to eat more for now. I explained how I've already added more and that I'm doing my best to listen to my body. I also explained that I don't want this to turn into a slippery slope and undo the near-60-pound loss I accomplished in the past year. He agreed that it can indeed be a slippery slope, but that he's here to support me and he'll help me take this one day at a time.
I didn't even want to get out of bed this morning, but I made myself a healthy breakfast, did some online browsing, and headed off to the pool to do some aqua-jogging. I had a yummy lunch with protein, healthy fat, fruit, and lots of veggies. And I think I'm feeling better. I've known ever since I got pregnant that my priorities had to shift slightly, and part of me feels frustrated that I can no longer look forward to finally getting under 200 pounds by this summer. That feels rather selfish of me in light of the circumstances though.
So I'm picking myself back up, and doing my best to focus on taking on one day at a time and being the very best that I can be. I'm making a ham-veggie casserole for dinner and plan on taking a leisurely walk after the sun goes down. I'm in a very good place right now, the very best I've ever been actually. Rather than throw myself a pity-party, I need to realize that so I can enjoy where I'm at right now.
I'm not sure what the point of all this was, but thanks for listening.