So Beyond Old

I gained a lot of weight when I was pregnant, like 50 pounds. I ate everything and anything I wanted. I exercised a bunch (3 times a week qualifies, right?), but still somehow managed to pack on the el bees. Two weeks before my due date, I was diagnosed with preeclampsia. I don’t know if my weight gain had anything to do with it, but I’m pretty sure it didn’t help matters. I had no idea how serious preeclampsia was or what kind of risks were attached to the disorder. I didn’t have a lot of time to ask questions since, immediately after the diagnosis, I was sent to the hospital to be induced.

It wasn’t until later, when I began reading about this condition, that I realized I (and the baby) could have been in serious danger.

Needless to say, we both survived and are in good health - for which I am forever grateful. After he was delivered, my blood pressure went down and I lost 20 pounds. It looked as though I was headed back to the body I once knew…until, that is, I forgot it was going to require a bit of hard work! Fast-forward six months and…let’s put it this way: I’ve got a closet full of clothes that are getting dustier by the second.

I can’t fit into any of my old outfits, which is such a waste because I’ve got really cute shit. It drives me crazy. So, here’s the deal: I’ve decided to do the holidays differently this year; I’m not going to wait until the New Year to make my resolution. Instead, I’m going to do the work now, with my goal being to reach my target by New Year’s Day. And all of those reading this are witnesses to my vow!

‘Cuz seriously, this is getting so beyond old.

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