My pregnancy progressed, and my beautiful bundle of joy was born 2 weeks early by c-section, and weighing 9lbs 12 ounces. Yep...you heard that right...9lbs 12 ounces. Thank God for c-sections, because I don't think I could have or even wanted to push her out. Yikes!
After having my baby, I lost 50lbs over the next 6 months, but the remaining weight sat on me for an entire year after that, before I decided to do something about it. It was about time, and nursing could only do so much. I mean, I seriously believed that nursing was going get rid of my pregnancy weight. I don't know...maybe it did a little, but it wasn't getting rid of my last 50lbs. Thats for sure! So I rejoined my local gym for the second time when my daughter was 16 months old, and decided to give it my all.
I attended the gym for 2 hours daily, sometimes twice a day, which is equivalent to a total of 4 hours. I did what I was familiar with, aerobic classes, strength training classes, cycling, and so forth. I even made sure to hit the treadmill for 45 minutes to 1 hour everyday. Walk 10, run 5, and on lazy days just walk on an incline...the steepest incline on the treadmill. It was not easy. In fact, I found it more difficult get into a routine this particular time around than I did the first time. But I was able push myself and became motivated by the "skinnies" around me, in hopes that I too will be skinny like them one day.
Hard works does pays off! The day finally arrived where I lost all of my pregnancy weight and then some. I was finally at 155lbs, and before my pregnancy I weighed 160. Yahoo! I did it, I lost all my pregnancy weight! I couldn't believe that I did it. But I wasn't done yet, because I still wanted to lose another 25lbs, which would bring me down to 130lbs. This is the new goal I had set for myself. But it wasn't happening. I had hit a brick wall that I just couldn't get over. I was still working out everyday, but the scale wasn't budging. I wasn't losing any weight, and I think I knew why. Once again, I didn't change my eating habits. I was still eating what ever I wanted, and definitely more than I should be eating in one serving.
Weeks went by, and I kept doing my same routine, and nothing happened. My hair was still black, and I still weighed 155lbs. I was happy with my accomplishments thus far, losing 100lbs and all, but I knew my problem with weight gain was far from over. I wanted to have more children, and sooner than later, I was pregnant with my 2nd. Here I go again.