Let the Numbers Rise
I love fitness, I love helping people reach their goals. I love trying to reach my goals. But, right now in my life, although fitness/losing weight is in the forefront for everyone else – losing weight has quickly gone to the bottom of my list.
As of right now, I am almost 16 weeks pregnant. If you ask my husband, he will smile wide and say that all of my weight is in my booty and that he loves every inch of it! Although I don’t notice growth there, I am happy to see that my itty-bitty chest is now just itty. The cleavage I never had it starting to peak out and make a special appearance. B cup and (maybe) C cup here we come!
Although the doctor said it wouldn’t appear until about 20 weeks, the starter belly has started to draw attention. And with the starter belly, has come extra pounds on the scale. During the first trimester, I didn’t gain too much weight. I ate about the same and worked out about the same. But, over the past two weeks all of that changed.
For the first time in my 35 years of existence, I stood on top of the scale and viewed a number higher than I had ever seen before. I was at a new all-time weight high. I screamed and whined, “Milton, I now weight127 pounds!” Without an once of worry or care he said, “Guess what? You’re pregnant and that number is going to grow even more!”
So my pity party lasted all of ten seconds. I know that I am going to gain weight, a whole lot more of it, but this was just the first major baby step toward getting there. Don’t worry, I am not going to diet and I am not going to cry every time the scale number increases. It’s amazing to watch the transformation your body goes through all while knowing there is a little he/she Turner inside. Each day I have these experiences, I find myself in more admiration for all of the mothers in the world. Regardless if you’re a single mother, mother of eight or just one – you’ve made a tremendous difference in someone’s life just for the simple fact that you’re a mom!