Stupid scale

I was right to be wary of the scale here at work. Apparently, at least, according to my obgyn's office, I weighed 430. I weigh less now.

I had a 26 day long period. It was horrible. Instead of slowing down the bleeding got worse and worse. Eventually, I started getting dizzy spells so I had to go to see a cnm at my local women's center. Luckily, she's freaking amazing and I <3 her. No bullying or fat shaming and she actually wants to help me to get my body ready/willing/able to conceive. I also get the feeling she won't be adverse to a vbac home birth either.

So I was given seasonique to stop my bleeding, which it did like a champ. I'm very pleased. Friday (my birthday) I go for an ultrasound to check my lining and ovaries and whatnot, and then if everything checks out, I'll be scheduled for a pap and then a d&c to clean me put and give me a fresh slate going forward. Then... well, I am not sure. But I'm definitely on board with the babymaking train.

Due to ALL the excessive bleeding and whatnot I went back on sugar and I need to go back off. It's not as bad as it could be, but ugh. I definitely feel more weak and sluggish, even though my moods are better. But maybe my moods are better because of the birth control, who knows?

My 34th birthday is Friday. Trying to not be depressed because I miss my baby boy. He'll be 7 on our birthday.

I found I am getting my natural waist back, which is pretty exciting. And I can wear my size 28 old navy skinny jeans jeans again, which is also exciting. I need to keep being positive. Things are a lot better than they were a year ago this time.

Don't Start the Parade

So, according to the scale here at work, I'm either 420 lbs or 380.

I HATE YOU, SCALE!

My mom thinks I'm on the lower end of things. My weight loss was jumpstarted by my first, legit period in longer than I can remember. I know it's legit because it took from between Christmas and 11 days ago to actually come on, along with mood swings, cravings, pain under my arms, acne, the whole shebang. And it's been 11 days since it began in earnest. And wow. Steady she goes! Steadily rough, but steady. I'm feeling better physically in that department, but physically for actual, I feel pretty foul. Weak, dizzy (probably anemic), very tired. I had a horrible migraine this evening, but I caved and got some chocolate almond bark, and that helped a lot. Only ate half the bag, progress!

So I simply don't know where I am standing on anything weight-loss related. But I do know my stomach doesn't rest on the steering wheel anymore. It barely touches it. And I am «thisclose» to being able to wear the seatbelt. I keep thinking I want to try on some of my jeans, but I should probably wait for menstruation to be done. It would be nice to be able to wear more of my wardrobe. I never thought I'd say I'm sick of yoga pants and leggings, but yeah.

That's all, folks, for now.

Just to clarify...

Wow. So... in the 37 days since I changed my lifestyle and diet by cutting out wheat and sugar, I've lost 23 lbs.

Let's do the math. 37 days is 5.28 weeks. 23 lbs divided by 5.28 weeks is 4.35 lbs PER WEEK. Holy moley.

I logged my food intake from the last 24 hours into the "Lose it" app and I guess I just don't eat as much as I thought I did. I've only had 1741 calories since noon yesterday, when I got up. This includes having McDonald's for lunch today.

I'm speechless.

A Month and Then Some

I realized that it's only been over a month since I made these lifestyle changes, cutting out sugar and wheat. I've lost about 20 lbs. I'm sleeping better. My anxiety is better. Everyone says I look better, but who really can tell?

So that's 15% of my goal, right?
That's what I'd call progress!