- regular snacking, often on sweets
- automatic second helpings of food
- my 2-a-day dessert habit
- and blatant disregard for my caloric intake
Claire has been the best weight-watching program I've ever tried. Even when I was pregnant with her, I only gained 29 pounds in 39 weeks. That pregnancy was over the Christmas holiday season, and although I ate many a sugar cookie, I don't think I gained more than 3 pounds in the last trimester. After she was born, I lost all my baby weight by the time she was 4 months old. I lost an additional 10 pounds in subsequent months. I didn't diet. I didn't exercise (minus running a mile here and there while we were in Oregon in July). I just nursed her 4-5 times a day, and fat flew off my thighs and onto hers. Don't hate me, girls. (I say this even though I would have hated me, but it was literally beyond my control.) Which sort of makes me wonder about weight.
With Kate, I gained 38 pounds in 37 weeks. It took me 7 months to lose all but one pound of baby weight, and then I got pregnant again and started gaining weight. With Kate, I exercised. I ate healthy foods every day, and I limited my sugar intake. It makes no sense to me.
One thing I did lose from the first pregnancy to the next, however, is my curls. I used to have curly hair. Now my locks are mostly straight, with some wave. I miss my curls. But, curls or weight? I have a feeling most will say weight. What would you choose: great hair or a thin figure? Now that I have lost the weight, I want the curls back, of course. What? I can't have it both ways?
Curls + 37 pounds, many of which I apparently carried in my face. And my arms. Good-NESS.
Anyway, I now am the not-so-proud owner of some bad eating habits. For instance, it's naptime, and minutes ago I found myself in the kitchen scrounging for a snack. I paused, mentally, to make sure I was actually hungry, and then I wolfed down a couple of mint-mini Three Musketeer bars. *cringe* I looked through the pantry and nothing looked appealing. I opened the fridge and quickly looked away from the Costco birthday cake staring at me. I slammed the door. I settled on a 100-calorie pack of microwave popcorn, of the kettle corn variety. It was okay, and I do like that they finally came up with a size of microwave popcorn that I can consume in one sitting, but it didn't really hit the spot. I'm still debating about having at least a forkful of that cake. Tonight I will wander aimlessly from room to room, restless until I have a bowl of ice cream and/or some cake in front of me...and now you know why I might need professional help. Suggestions? What do you snack on?