New Beginning

So, the last time we talked, I announced that I was pregnant. I’ve read one too many weight loss blog that turned into a pregnancy blog that immediately lost me as a reader to know that I didn’t want to go that route with my blog.

That being said, I’m a mom!


With my second re-birthday on the horizon, I’m feeling a little sentimental, so let’s catch up! The day I found out I was pregnant, I weighed 219.0 pounds. The day I delivered, I tipped the scales at about 282 (I think). I gave birth to a beautiful little 7 pound 2 ounce baby in mid-May and officially weighed 240.0 pounds as soon as the fluid melted away (within about two weeks). Since then, however, I have battled the following things:

  • Breastfeeding hunger
  • My baby’s milk protein allergy (meaning I went dairy free)
  • A lingering sweet tooth from quitting smoking
  • The inability to bring myself to routinely prepare healthful and appealing meals while caring for a needy newborn

As a result, I somehow weighed 257 lbs at my doctor’s appointment on Monday of this week.

In spite of all of this, I need to pause to remind myself that I used to weigh 353.4 pounds and even though I’ve gained weight, I’m still nowhere near 353.4 pounds. So, how do I get back on track? Honestly, I’ve become complacent and fallen into the not tracking and not caring trap once again, though for most of my pregnancy, I did track my food. Lately, I’ve been so consumed by the baby that the “nice” thing I do for myself is eat horrible food that tastes amazing but is leaving this totally saggy gut in its wake.

Since having the baby, I initially started by making one goal each day to get back into the swing of things. My house is now back in order, the baby has a routine, so now I need to take those few poorly executed attempts at meal planning that just haven’t panned out and actually get back in the saddle.

How did I do this before? How did I lose 133 pounds in one year? I started with simple guidelines. I reread my first month’s recap where I discussed the keys to my success that first month. I’ve had so many false starts with tracking my food over the past few months, and now with the baby, the last thing I want to do is to have to remember one more thing like tracking every little thing I eat. The answer? My very own advice:

  1. Simply filling.
  2. No soda or booze for the first month.
  3. If I’m hungry, I’m going to eat.
  4. No obsessing.

The other way I set myself up for success? I religiously wrote in this blog and posted my weekly weigh-ins, milestones, measurements, everything.

I’m going to take tonight and tomorrow to prep my grocery list and pantry for the week ahead. Friday will be my first official postpartum weigh-in!

How are the rest of you doing?

The Plan

My company’s newsletter announced that we are now eligible for a discount on the Weight Watchers program. It’s not a large discount, but it was enough to pique my interest and get me back in the saddle. If you read my story, you know that out of all the things I’ve tried, WW has been the only program that I’ve really had success. But, I think part of the reason I lost that momentum was because I was so tired of counting every little thing I put in my mouth. It’s why the food diaries on Spark People and MyFitnessPal didn’t work either. When it comes down to it, how do I spend the rest of my life counting? If it’s not a diet, but a lifestyle change, it needs to be sustainable. For me, counting wasn’t it. Continue reading

My Story

I’ve been overweight since I was a baby and the doctor told my mother to switch me to skim milk.

Does anyone else remember the yearly shamefest of being weighed and measured at school? Then, they’d write down your height and weight on a slip of paper and send it home with you. I remember that dreaded day in third grade: the kids in my class were comparing their heights and weights when the boy next to me leaned over, saw my paper and announced, “Alison weighs over a hundred!” I was mortified. At the age of 8, I already weighed 117 pounds. But my parents’ well-meaning friends kept telling me, “When you hit your growth spurt, you’ll thin right out! That’s just baby fat!”

So, I kept waiting for this growth spurt that never came. In fifth grade, I was 5′ tall. Newsflash: by the ripe old age of 29, I’ve growth-spurted myself right to 5’1″. Continue reading