Another year come and gone. Time for reflection and setting goals.
Being pregnant, I was excited about not having to include any weight loss or diet restrictions this year. And then I went to my midwifery appointment.
I stepped onto the scale. Then stepped off. Wait, what?! And had to step back on the scale to see if I had just misread the numbers. I had not. When I reported the grim results to my midwife she said, and I quote, “Whoa, where did that come from?!”
At the time, I hung my head in embarrassment. Later I thought, “how rude!”
And that was before Christmas. I shudder to think what the last couple of weeks might add to the scales. As I huffed and puffed into bed the other night my dear husband asked me if I was winded from climbing into bed. (He’s lucky, I guess, that I didn’t roll over on him!)
Anyway, long story short, it turns out I will have to add some kind of exercise routine and healthier eating into my new year’s resolutions for 2010 after all. Because really. I can barely breathe. And I’m only over the halfway mark by two weeks.
I’ll start tomorrow. For sure. Just as soon as I polish off the chocolate chip oatmeal cookies calling my name in the kitchen.
ETA: Any great exercise routines or recipes for a pregnant lady?
ETA take 2: (Thanks for all the comments.
So, this was for another post but it will save me from writing it. Unless I decide to anyway. Yes, Ryan was released on Sunday! (I feel slightly guilty about the exclamation point at the end of that last sentence.) I’m looking forward to what adventures this new year will bring. When Ryan came to sit with us Sunday after he was released Brittain kept squealing, “Daddy, Daddy” It was really sweet.)