So I get pregnant. It's what David and I want, we'd been trying. I continue to workout. I worked out until I was 37 weeks. And I hiked a mountain 4 days before my water broke.
Why yes, I was trying to throw myself into early labor.
Fast forward: Hannah starts eating table good. I start to pay attention to the food I"m feeding her. I conclude that I don't want her to eat crap food. I started buying yogurt. I bought nonfat and added honey to it until I began to have a taste for plain, nonfat yogurt. I stopped eating chips in front of her, because I didn't want her to want chips. I began to buy organic milk, fruits and vegetables. One of the biggest changes I made was eating breakfast. I had never consistently ate breakfast before but now that I stayed home with Hannah, I wanted to eat with her. So we ate breakfast together.
I still exercised. Not as much as before I got pregnant. I was very relaxed about everything at this point.
Right before Hannah turned one, I went and saw registered dietician and nutritionist because I was curious about why I hadn't lost more weight. I saw her a handful of times, kept a food journal for her, etc. She concluded that I was at a stable point for breast feeding and she felt confident, based on my eating habits, that I'd loose weight once I stopped breast feeding.
She was right. In the first six months following my stop to breast feeding, I lost about 20 pounds. I did it without thinking about it. I just exercised like I wanted and ate like I wanted. In December of 2008, I went to buy some new jeans and fit a size 4. I couldn't believe it! I'd never been that size and would have never guessed that I was that size.
Christmas 2008
At this same time we were about to move to Fayetteville for David's job, and live with my dad for a little while. I was anxious about this, because I knew how unhealthy he ate. And I desperately didn't want that for myself or my family. It's not that I didn't think I should be eating that way, I didn't think I should be eating that way every day. It was a true concern of mine and I pondered/talked about it for at least a month before we moved in with him. Looking back, this is where the trouble began.
We moved in. I tried to balance things out by cooking a couple times a week, but my cooking wasn't received well. It's hard to go from a high concentration of fatty foods to a very low concentration because your taste buds become accustomed to fat. This is where "training" your taste buds comes in to play.
So I began to "save" calories.
And exercise was no longer an option, but something I HAD TO DO.
Stay turned for part 3.
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