My penchant for slim-fitting t-shirts to show off my curves is coming back to bite me in the bottom. Seriously. I have nothing to wear that isn’t a maternity shirt because everything is too tight around my belly. Plus all my shirts are so short, in comparison to my maternity wear, that the instant I move, the panel to my maternity jeans is visible.
I know I just had a baby six weeks ago, but dangit, I thought I could wear my regular shirts and jeans again by now. I’m not looking to be a size 2, but getting back into my size 18s and my XL shirts would be nice. Before I was pregnant, I was a size 16 and could wear a size L in my shirts, so it’s not like I expect to be my pre-pregnancy size already.
I am so tired of my maternity clothes. It’s all I’ve been wearing since April or even March. And I don’t have that much. I have three pairs of jeans and maybe eight or ten shirts. I guess that sounds like a lot, but it’s really not. I have more shirts, but a good number of them have references to being pregnant on them — and the last thing I want to wear when I’m six weeks post-partum is a shirt advertising that I am pregnant.
I’m not dropping any weight either, which is so frustrating. With Grace, the weight just melted off, and I was back into my regular jeans, though they were still a bit tight, ten days after she was born. The number on the scale just won’t budge this time. I’m not the type of woman to obsess about my weight; I don’t weigh myself every day because a person’s weight fluctuates so much naturally.
I know I am eating healthfully too. Kurt needs to drop a little bit of weight before the next Physical Readiness Test for the Navy, so he’s doing Weight Watchers. This means that I know how many points our meals come out to be. He’s always well within his limits on points, and I eat less than he does, which makes sense since I am also significantly smaller than he is. I also make things that are low in calories because both of us are trying to watch our weight.
I made andouille with red beans and rice last week, a recipe I had found online that had been published in Cooking Light. I substituted chourico for the andouille, since andouille wasn’t to be found at the commissary, but I used 4oz for the entire dish just like it said in the recipe. And I can’t see chourico being that much more fattening than andouille, to tell the truth. I dished out exactly what a serving size was, using a measuring cup to make sure I was doing it right. And that was four points for the entree. Not bad!
I don’t snack, I really don’t. I know that’s the downfall of a lot of diets because most of us don’t think to compensate at our meals for what we ate as a snack. I don’t ever think to grab a snack because by the time I get hungry, it’s almost time to make a meal. I figure I can just wait till dinner. ‘
We also eat a ton of veggies. We always have veggies or a salad at dinner. Kurt uses those spray dressings that Wish-Bone has put out since they’re so low in calories, and I’ve got a berry dressing that is 35 calories a serving and no fat. Neither of us like a ton of dressing on our salad anyhow, so I know we’re doing well there too. And at lunch, we eat fruit. I just bought a whole ton of McIntosh apples, though I don’t think I’ll get those again. They’re too grainy for my preferences; I guess I’ll have to go back to Fujis. The only reason I got the McIntosh was they were the small ones in a bag. I’d rather get a lot of small apples already packaged in a bag instead of picking the large ones from the bin because they’re so huge.
Since I’ve been trying to save money, we haven’t gone out to dinner in a really long time either. The last time we went out was a couple weeks ago to a Japanese restaurant where we had sushi. We’re staying away from restaurants that serve only fried foods or enormous portions. I haven’t wanted to go to a Mexican restaurant, though we love that cuisine, because neither of us have any control when it comes to tortilla chips and salsa. They’re just so delicious that we make total pigs of ourselves.
And we don’t ever drink soda! Not usually, anyhow, though I did indulge quite a bit when we went to have Thanksgiving-in-October at Pamela and Vic’s home. But that’s a rarity. Even when we go out, I drink water or hot tea, or coffee if I’ve gone to breakfast. I know soda is just empty calories, and it’s the last thing I need when I want to get back into my regular jeans.
I know what the answer is. I need to exercise more. It’s hard, though. When Grace is in school, I’d rather relax and enjoy my quiet time, not spend it exercising. When she is home, I have to take her with me, and I can’t always walk as fast as I like because her little legs can only carry her so quickly. But that’s just an excuse, it’s not a good reason. So I guess I’ll be getting out and walking more. Not my idea of a good time, but it has to be done.
Wish me luck!