Ladies and gentlemen, may I introduce a smaller, lighter…
ME! Since my last prenatal weigh-in, I have lost 25, that’s right: TWENTY FIVE
POUNDS, ladies and gents! No, I haven’t starved myself, and I just started
really exercising hard this week. I have to say, though, that the discovery of
the aforementioned weight loss has definitely made me want to continue exercising
hard.
I should clarify that by “exercising hard” I mean “jogging.”
I started this Couch-To-5K program on Monday and oh. my. GAWD, does it kick my
butt. I’ve done it twice, and it really IS doable, it just sucks while it’s
happening. The first week, you do a 5-minute warm-up walk, then alternate
jogging for 60 seconds and walking for 90 seconds. You do this for 20 minutes,
then do a 5-minute cool down walk. Repeat three times per week. Frankly, I hate
it; but only while I’m doing it. Afterward, I feel all accomplished and sweaty.
I’ve done it twice. I think I’m gonna need to repeat the first week though. I
can do it without being too out of breath, but my legs get super sore (Yes,
Lord Bear, you were right about sore legs. But Flo Rida’s “Sometimes I Get A
Good Feeling” is a FABULOUS walking/jogging song, and that helps me keep
going.)
Last night was a friend of Pooka’s birthday, so he and his
brother came over to hang out (his party is later). We had Wife Soup – a creamy
steak and potato soup I concocted a couple years back – and chocolate cake and
ice cream. Of course, I completely pigged out, so to counteract it, I went for
a 40-minute walk to the beat of “Sometimes I Get A Good Feeling.”
Anyway! Baby stuff!
Tuesday evening was my six-week checkup (and that was where
I learned how much weight I lost). One of Hubs’ coworkers is this lovely, adorable
little preggosaurus, with an absolutely gorgeous sleeve tattoo – I’ll call her
Ink – and she agreed to go with me to my appointment, so she’d get an idea what
to expect when she visits The Big Hospital.
Dr. Mischief was fairly amused during my exam. I’ve been
poked and prodded and examined and inspected so many times by now, that I knew
what he was going to do and when, so before he got a chance to say, “You’re
going to feel a little pressure,” as most OB’s do, I announced, “Now I’m going
to feel a little bit of pressure” and so on. I don’t think he’s used to
patients doing his usual play-by-play. Ha! His nurse got a couple giggles out
of the whole thing too.
Everything looked great, according to Dr. Mischief, and he
gave me the green-light to go ahead and do another cycle in December. Needless
to say, Mum was pleased to hear it when I emailed her and The Agency to let
them know. I’m sure the new IVF Clinic will need some form of written
clearance, but a verbal is encouraging.
After the appointment, Ink and I went out to dinner at this
super yummy farm-to-table restaurant in The Queen City, and found me some
running shoes. The store I went to wasn’t the one that was recommended by my
coworkers and friends who run, but the associate was very helpful and I tried
on a bunch of shoes before I picked out a pair of dark blue and bright pink
Ghost 6’s by Brooks. Let me tell you, folks, those buggers make running and
walking and standing SO much more comfortable! And they’re lighter than my
sandals, even. I was really surprised when I tried them on, because they look
bulky, but I went to pick up my foot to walk, expecting to have to lift half a
pound per foot or something, and wound up stumbling because it was like lifting
a bare foot. Ha!
So I guess jogging might actually be for me in the long run,
and further weight loss is in my future. Don’t worry; I’ll ease up a little
once it’s time to get preggo again. But not too much. I don’t want to wind up
going backward!
