A few weeks ago my family went to the beach (which was lovely) and in natural beach tradition i ate any and everything that i wanted. It wouldn't be a true vacation if you didn't eat more than you should, right? The monday after i returned home i had a doctor's appointment, one that i was seriously dreading. Not so much the appointment, but the standard "weight check" that comes with it. I prepared myself for the worst and secretly hoped for a miracle (maybe all those m&m's really didn't have calories at all). I sheepishly stepped on the scale and my jaw dropped when i saw the number. I texted Aaron and tried really hard not to cry (which is a difficult task these days, remember the ruined waffles?). I had gained 6 pounds..... in two weeks. I was so embarrassed. My doctor kept asking me if i was exercising (which was a yes.. although that wasn't stellar at the beach either), and if i was eating okay. Seriously though 6 pounds in two weeks... how does that even happen? 6 pounds in a month sounds like a lot.
I left the office with my game face on. Bring it on 6 pound weight gain (this comment was directed toward my thighs and butt region). These past two weeks i ate really well. Nothing crazy or drastic, just healthy eating, the way i probably should have been eating the entire time i was pregnant (with a brownie or two thrown in there). I was hoping for a low number on the scale one that would balance out the 6 pounds, maybe one or two pounds. Aaron bought me a bag of m&m's over the weekend because i wasn't feeling very good (he's the best) and i made a promise that i would only eat them after my appointment as my reward for healthy eating habits. I stepped on the scale at the doctor's office and......... i had LOST 3 pounds! I was shocked! I in no way was trying to lose any weight, but i will definitely take that. It rounds my monthly weight gain to a nice even 3. It makes the 6 pound weight gain feel a lot less embarrassing.
I'm going to really enjoy my m&m's tonight : )