Falling in love with a tiny human being and not knowing what the future holds is...the hardest thing ever...and I found myself eating & eating & eating. I consumed sugar more often than necessary too.
Not sleeping much at night due to his tummy issues meant no energy the next day to exercise, when exercising would have given me more energy...so I drank coffee, FULL of sugar, in order to have energy.
See the endless cycle?
I have managed to gain 20 pounds. 20 pounds on a 5'1 girl equals about 2.5 dress sizes. It's not pretty.
This is me before Josiah: (January 2012)
This is me 17 months later on Gotcha Day: (July 2013)
(chubby cheeks on the right hand side belong to me)
So there it is, the ugly truth. I have been very careful about my sugar intake for about a month now. And last night I said "hi" to the stupid treadmill again. I hate working out. I do not like putting on exercise clothing and getting my heart rate up purposely. I'm an outdoorsy girl...I like to play tennis, but I don't have anyone to play with me. I like to go hiking, but the closest hiking spot is an hour and a half away.
But I thought if I put myself out there, I may be more prone to actually say "hi" to my treadmill more than once every other month. I NEED to lose this weight.
I miss having energy. I miss feeling pretty. I have scoliosis and this extra weight makes my back hurt. Bigger boobs make my back hurt too... HA! Hey, just keeping it real and I'm pretty sure only girls read this blog.
Anyways, so this is one of the not-pretty-sides of my adoption journey. There's a few others which I may or may not share.