Day 2 was a bit easier then day 1, even though I woke up sore.. I got up and got right into workout mode, turned the DVD on and got to work. I made it through more then I did the first day, but still had to take little breaks here and there. I also had to put my hand weights down, or just use one for a few minutes. I think I should have started with 2 or 3 pound weights instead of 5.
Day 2 was then deemed a total waste since we went out to eat, and I ate pizza instead of just salad [which is really what I intended on eating..]. I came home and decided I would work out, but after getting the baby to sleep I just relaxed and went to sleep.
I vowed to complete the workout twice today, to make up for the pizza.
Day 3, my weight is the same this morning as it was yesterday, 185 [down 3lbs of water weight..] and my stomach measured smaller, but for some reason my thighs measured bigger..So I guess pizza does go right to the thighs!!
Day 3 was a slow start, I was extremely tired, and still feeling heavy from the pizza. I put music on and turned Jillian down, I couldn't stand hearing her taunt me today! The music actually made the workout go by faster!! I did a little better again today, less breaks, but still had to use less weight as well. I can feel my stamina growing little by little. I guess I will make attempt 2 at the workout later today, after some power walking around the grocery store!!!
Monday, May 23, 2011
Saturday, May 21, 2011
30 day shred, day 1
Today I began the 30 day shred. I took measurements, wrote down my numbers and my weight, and took pictures for the "before/after", if I ever make it that far!
For the past few weeks I have been trying to make healthier choices food wise. Other then that, I don't do a lot of exercise...I walked a lot when the baby was smaller, but it seems like winter took it's toll. I've actually gained weight since a few months post partum.
I gained 60 pounds during pregnancy, and by 3 or 4 months post partum I was down 40. That leaves these last 20-something pesky pounds. And this is just to get to pre-pregnancy weight. My ideal weight is another 10-20 on top of that.
Let me stop beating around the bush.
160lbs - 6 weeks pregnant
220lbs - Delivery
180lbs - 4 months pp
188lbs - Today
I would love to get down to 140-150, 160 would be a good goal, but realistically, I just want to start losing pounds, at any rate! I'm tired of being at a stand still. I plateaued around 185, and since giving up on everything I put on a few more... Well at least I know the scale still works, but it's going the wrong way!!
Back to the shred: Day 1, Level 1. I cursed Jillian Michaels a few times, and had to take a couple breathers during some of the exercises, but I got through my first workout. I plan on doing the shred in exactly 30 days [I hope to get a workout in every morning], 10 days at each level, unless it becomes too easy any sooner then that.. Ha, too easy.. I doubt that will happen!!
So here goes nothin. I've read some success stories, and also a few of people who failed. Quit after a few days, were too sore to continue, yada yada.. I feel good after the first workout, energized, and maybe a bit sore. We'll see tomorrow! I think I may even do the workout again this evening, twice a day should produce twice the results right?
If my weight stays the same, but I lose some inches, including this baby belly, I will feel successful.
Please join me in this journey, I would love some workout buddies!
For the past few weeks I have been trying to make healthier choices food wise. Other then that, I don't do a lot of exercise...I walked a lot when the baby was smaller, but it seems like winter took it's toll. I've actually gained weight since a few months post partum.
I gained 60 pounds during pregnancy, and by 3 or 4 months post partum I was down 40. That leaves these last 20-something pesky pounds. And this is just to get to pre-pregnancy weight. My ideal weight is another 10-20 on top of that.
Let me stop beating around the bush.
160lbs - 6 weeks pregnant
220lbs - Delivery
180lbs - 4 months pp
188lbs - Today
I would love to get down to 140-150, 160 would be a good goal, but realistically, I just want to start losing pounds, at any rate! I'm tired of being at a stand still. I plateaued around 185, and since giving up on everything I put on a few more... Well at least I know the scale still works, but it's going the wrong way!!
Back to the shred: Day 1, Level 1. I cursed Jillian Michaels a few times, and had to take a couple breathers during some of the exercises, but I got through my first workout. I plan on doing the shred in exactly 30 days [I hope to get a workout in every morning], 10 days at each level, unless it becomes too easy any sooner then that.. Ha, too easy.. I doubt that will happen!!
So here goes nothin. I've read some success stories, and also a few of people who failed. Quit after a few days, were too sore to continue, yada yada.. I feel good after the first workout, energized, and maybe a bit sore. We'll see tomorrow! I think I may even do the workout again this evening, twice a day should produce twice the results right?
If my weight stays the same, but I lose some inches, including this baby belly, I will feel successful.
Please join me in this journey, I would love some workout buddies!
Almost a year..
Wow, I can't believe I haven't updated since June of last year. So here's the short version:
I was set to be induced August 30 due to high blood pressure and PUPPPS. On August 27 my blood pressure shot up to 160/92, and I was feeling pretty crappy. I called L&D and they told me to come in. My BP was still high when I got there, and although it dropped a bit the on-call OB told me she wanted to induce. I was at a 2, 75% effaced [or close..] and she said that there was only a 1% chance it would lead to a c-section. We were good to go.
6 hours after Pitocin my water broke. I was dilated to a 4, and after 9 hours of Pitocin I asked for an epidural. I was having back labor, and contractions were less then a minute apart so I had no time to rest. After 30 hours of back labor, an epidural that was only working on 1 side, and failing to progress past an 8 they decided to do a c-section. I was ready to push but there was still a bit of cervix in the way, and the baby had never dropped down.
The c-section was intense, especially since I refused to let them place another catheter for a spinal, so my half effective epidural had to do. I just wanted to be done!! I delivered a beautiful baby girl, almost 9 pounds!
Fast forward 8 months.. she is an amazing little girl, super smart and has a bright personality. She weighs 22 pounds now, nice and healthy! I love being a SAHM and love spending all my time with my daughter.
I hate the weight I put on during pregnancy, and have decided to update my blog with my attempt at losing weight and getting fit.... here goes nothin!
I was set to be induced August 30 due to high blood pressure and PUPPPS. On August 27 my blood pressure shot up to 160/92, and I was feeling pretty crappy. I called L&D and they told me to come in. My BP was still high when I got there, and although it dropped a bit the on-call OB told me she wanted to induce. I was at a 2, 75% effaced [or close..] and she said that there was only a 1% chance it would lead to a c-section. We were good to go.
6 hours after Pitocin my water broke. I was dilated to a 4, and after 9 hours of Pitocin I asked for an epidural. I was having back labor, and contractions were less then a minute apart so I had no time to rest. After 30 hours of back labor, an epidural that was only working on 1 side, and failing to progress past an 8 they decided to do a c-section. I was ready to push but there was still a bit of cervix in the way, and the baby had never dropped down.
The c-section was intense, especially since I refused to let them place another catheter for a spinal, so my half effective epidural had to do. I just wanted to be done!! I delivered a beautiful baby girl, almost 9 pounds!
Fast forward 8 months.. she is an amazing little girl, super smart and has a bright personality. She weighs 22 pounds now, nice and healthy! I love being a SAHM and love spending all my time with my daughter.
I hate the weight I put on during pregnancy, and have decided to update my blog with my attempt at losing weight and getting fit.... here goes nothin!
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Trip to the ER...
So for the past few days I have been feeling a little under the weather. We went and had a sandwich for lunch yesterday, and when I got home I was feeling a little dizzy. I put a load of laundry in and my heart was racing so I laid down for a little bit. I was having a lot of trouble catching my breath, and my heart rate never slowed down. After about an hour I decided to call my doctor. While leaving a message the nurse asked if I was feeling anxious, well yea! I didn't have any idea what was going on with me, and I was extremely worried about my health and my little girl.
My doctor's office returned my call within a few minutes, and I was told to head to the emergency room so they could run an EKG. My doctor doesn't have the capabilities to run one in his office. I went straight to the ER, checked in and waited a few minutes for a room. It was insanely scary to walk into Trauma 1, which I know from my EMT training as a room for cardiac arrests and trauma patients, not lil old me walking in off the street. The nurses and techs were all really nice, and make me feel a lot more comfortable. I knew deep down that I was only in this room because of the equipment, but it was still scary. Especially since there was a setup for newborns in the corner, like the kind in the delivery room with the scale, heat lamp and all. I laid down and they hooked up the EKG, which the tech and doctor told me looked fine. My OB showed up to reassure me that everything was going to be ok. He noted that my heart rate was a little high, but my blood pressure looked good.
They monitored me for about 2 hours, and the OB nurse came in to check on the baby. The babies heart rate was 140-150 and sounded strong, and the nurse told me that apparently I was experiencing what they call "irritability" which are minor contractions that last for about 10 seconds. At this point the ER had already cleared me for discharge, but the nurse went to check with my doctor to make sure it was ok to release me. He said it was, and to schedule a follow up appointment for today, which I did.
I was discharged and instructed to keep up my fluid intake [like I can handle 100 more trips to the bathroom each day! lol] and to relax until I see my doctor.
So here I sit, relaxing.
My doctor's office returned my call within a few minutes, and I was told to head to the emergency room so they could run an EKG. My doctor doesn't have the capabilities to run one in his office. I went straight to the ER, checked in and waited a few minutes for a room. It was insanely scary to walk into Trauma 1, which I know from my EMT training as a room for cardiac arrests and trauma patients, not lil old me walking in off the street. The nurses and techs were all really nice, and make me feel a lot more comfortable. I knew deep down that I was only in this room because of the equipment, but it was still scary. Especially since there was a setup for newborns in the corner, like the kind in the delivery room with the scale, heat lamp and all. I laid down and they hooked up the EKG, which the tech and doctor told me looked fine. My OB showed up to reassure me that everything was going to be ok. He noted that my heart rate was a little high, but my blood pressure looked good.
They monitored me for about 2 hours, and the OB nurse came in to check on the baby. The babies heart rate was 140-150 and sounded strong, and the nurse told me that apparently I was experiencing what they call "irritability" which are minor contractions that last for about 10 seconds. At this point the ER had already cleared me for discharge, but the nurse went to check with my doctor to make sure it was ok to release me. He said it was, and to schedule a follow up appointment for today, which I did.
I was discharged and instructed to keep up my fluid intake [like I can handle 100 more trips to the bathroom each day! lol] and to relax until I see my doctor.
So here I sit, relaxing.
Sunday, June 27, 2010
Promises For My Lil Princess..
I can think of so many things that I want to say and do, and even more things that I never want to say or do... You aren't even here yet and I already have this overwhelming urge to protect you, and I love you more then I thought was possible! Here are a few promises to always remind me [and you] that I only want what is best for you, and I just want you to be happy and healthy.
I promise to always love you, and never give up on you. I will always stand beside you and stick up for you no matter what. I promise to do everything in my power to protect you from the cruelties of the world around us, and to always be there to mend your heart when it gets broken. I will never sugar coat things or lie to you, and will always be willing to tell you the truth when you ask for it. I will share my life stories and experiences with you in hopes that you can learn from my mistakes, or at least find comfort in mine as you move through life and make mistakes of your own. I promise to help you convince Daddy that you need a puppy or kitten of your own, once you are old enough to take care of it and be responsible for it. I will always have lots of hugs and kisses for you, and to do everything I can to make you smile, especially if you're having a bad day. I will hold your hand when you need extra strength, and I will hold Daddy's hand when you need to be independent. I will spend every spare second that I have with you. I will take you to the park, and to the mall, and wherever else you'll need to go in life. I promise to always have time for you, and never put anything before you. If you need me, I will be there, no questions asked.
I can't promise you that things will always be easy, or that life will always go your way.. But I can promise you that I will never give up, and never stop trying to make your life better. Life isn't easy, and it definitely isn't fair. I can't promise that our lives will be perfect, but I can promise that you will be loved and spoiled and you will always be our little princess.
I promise to always love you, and never give up on you. I will always stand beside you and stick up for you no matter what. I promise to do everything in my power to protect you from the cruelties of the world around us, and to always be there to mend your heart when it gets broken. I will never sugar coat things or lie to you, and will always be willing to tell you the truth when you ask for it. I will share my life stories and experiences with you in hopes that you can learn from my mistakes, or at least find comfort in mine as you move through life and make mistakes of your own. I promise to help you convince Daddy that you need a puppy or kitten of your own, once you are old enough to take care of it and be responsible for it. I will always have lots of hugs and kisses for you, and to do everything I can to make you smile, especially if you're having a bad day. I will hold your hand when you need extra strength, and I will hold Daddy's hand when you need to be independent. I will spend every spare second that I have with you. I will take you to the park, and to the mall, and wherever else you'll need to go in life. I promise to always have time for you, and never put anything before you. If you need me, I will be there, no questions asked.
I can't promise you that things will always be easy, or that life will always go your way.. But I can promise you that I will never give up, and never stop trying to make your life better. Life isn't easy, and it definitely isn't fair. I can't promise that our lives will be perfect, but I can promise that you will be loved and spoiled and you will always be our little princess.
Sunday, June 20, 2010
3D Ultrasound
Yesterday we had our 3D ultrasound, what an amazing experience!! I think it all became truly real for me last night.. I mean, it has felt real for a while, and setting up the nursery and stuff made me realize that this was actually happening.. Going to our childbirth class yesterday, then going to the ultrasound just made everything fall into place. I admit, I was a little freaked out last night!
The ultrasound was awesome! Both of our moms were there, along with my step dad and his mom's boyfriend. What an experience, I'm so glad I got to share this with my mama! We had a 25 minute session, and our little princess was being stubborn. At first we got a few good glimpses of her face, but she always has her little arm up. She was grabbing her toes, so her foot was in front of her face for part of the session, and then she completely turned to face my back after a while! I don't think she was in the mood for getting her picture taken!! We got to hear her heartbeat, nice and strong as always. What a beautiful sound!! The tech also took a still shot of the heartbeat, I love that picture! It was awesome to sit and watch for so long, and to let the grandmas see their little grand daughter.
The childbirth class was very informative, but I still don't feel prepared! We had an amazing teacher, who may also end up being one of our labor and delivery nurses, or my lactation specialist in the hospital. We watched videos and talked about everything from pregnancy to newborn care. I love the breathing and relaxation techniques, and hope they work during labor! It was funny to see my fiance during this class, and to see his reaction. When she showed posters that show the different stages of pregnancy and how our organs and bodies are changed and squished I think he felt a little sorry for me. Especially when it came to the 8-9 month pregnant belly, once the baby drops. He laughed when she said that at that point I would be in the bathroom constantly because I already am. Apparently, that will only get more frequent, so I'll be taking my pillow in there and moving in!
I failed my one hour glucose screening and had to return for the 3 hour. I just received an email with the results, and only 1 of the 4 measurements was high, so I'm hoping they consider that a pass. I'm already on an iron supplement due to anemia, and it has been making me pretty sick at night. I just hope everything else goes well. I can't believe that I will have a baby in less then 3 months, it is the craziest feeling in the world!
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Life Changes...
Sometimes for the worst, but lately its been for the best.
What I don't understand is why people can't accept this? Why must I continue to be the person I was several years ago, after all that I have been through and am dealing with? I am preparing for a baby, to become a first time mom... I am in no way, shape or form anything like I was a few years ago. I don't laugh at the same jokes, I don't make the same choices.. I have trouble understanding the people who expect me to still be the same. I've had to grow up, change my life, and make choices based on the best interests of my family, not just myself.
I find it hard to comprehend why people think it is best to stay stuck in the past. I don't like who I was five years ago. I was immature and making stupid decisions. Over the past several years I have learned a lot about myself, and built a strong relationship with the man I plan on spending my life with. We are expecting a little princess in a few months, and this has just caused even more change and responsibility in my life. I would die if my little girl grew up and acted like I did when I was a teenager. I have a whole new perspective on life, and I'm tired of the people from my past not realizing this.
Just because you are still stuck in the drama, and you haven't done anything to better yourself or your life doesn't mean that I want to be dragged down with you. Every time there is drama or something stupid going on I don't need to hear about it. I don't feel like I'm better then these people, but I am definitely better off. I have struggled and worked hard to get where I am, I have my own car, a house, and my own family. I no longer live with my parents, or depend on someone else for my food, money or anything. I have grown up, moved on, and I wish people could see that this is what is best for me.
I am no longer the party girl, I don't care about drama, and I don't have time to help mend petty fights. I am an adult, I have a child on the way, and my life revolves around this little girl inside of me.
What I don't understand is why people can't accept this? Why must I continue to be the person I was several years ago, after all that I have been through and am dealing with? I am preparing for a baby, to become a first time mom... I am in no way, shape or form anything like I was a few years ago. I don't laugh at the same jokes, I don't make the same choices.. I have trouble understanding the people who expect me to still be the same. I've had to grow up, change my life, and make choices based on the best interests of my family, not just myself.
I find it hard to comprehend why people think it is best to stay stuck in the past. I don't like who I was five years ago. I was immature and making stupid decisions. Over the past several years I have learned a lot about myself, and built a strong relationship with the man I plan on spending my life with. We are expecting a little princess in a few months, and this has just caused even more change and responsibility in my life. I would die if my little girl grew up and acted like I did when I was a teenager. I have a whole new perspective on life, and I'm tired of the people from my past not realizing this.
Just because you are still stuck in the drama, and you haven't done anything to better yourself or your life doesn't mean that I want to be dragged down with you. Every time there is drama or something stupid going on I don't need to hear about it. I don't feel like I'm better then these people, but I am definitely better off. I have struggled and worked hard to get where I am, I have my own car, a house, and my own family. I no longer live with my parents, or depend on someone else for my food, money or anything. I have grown up, moved on, and I wish people could see that this is what is best for me.
I am no longer the party girl, I don't care about drama, and I don't have time to help mend petty fights. I am an adult, I have a child on the way, and my life revolves around this little girl inside of me.
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