Today is her two month birthday. She has and will continue to change my life. This is my daughter Gabriella born at 12:01 am on October 1st.
I need to get back in touch with myself. I hate being fat - can't believe I am saying that but it's all relative. I was 209 at my highest weight when pregnant. I only know it was that high because I had my sister peek at the scale for me. The weight gain was hard. I was 166 the day I found out which was January 27th- see the post below. I was 186 this morning. I had high hopes for my day and I ate like crap. Accountability? To the internets? Do I need it? Maybe.
I know I can do this- I can climb this 20+ pound mountain. It's not 185 pounds. I'd like to get back to under 160 so 26 pounds. That's only 14% of what I had lost in the past. I have a completely different life now and different responsibilities. But I know I can. I must. Life post pregnancy is kicking my ass. All my joints hurt, my wrists especially. The knee? A MESS. Hurts in all the ways it possibly can. But the big difference from where I was a year ago? When I was sporting my cane and a HP Placcard? Her. And thyroid meds. More on that to come. I need to keep getting up and going. One foot in front of another. As they said in the hospital- do that hard now for the easy later. Welcome back to hard Sarah.