I hadn’t weighed myself in years.
Seven or so to be exact.
I have just never been a numbers girl.
Yes, I sometimes count on my fingers like a five-year-old.
I came to such a conclusion after numbers almost ruined my life a long, long time ago.
But that’s a whole other story…
Even when I went to the doctor’s office over the years, I would always step on the scale backward so as to not see the weight. I would also tell the nurses and doctors that I don’t want to know those numbers, AT ALL.
Fast forward to when I found out I was/am pregnant… And my snooping ass went through some paperwork that was given to me for travel purposes…
BAM… THE NUMBER I had not documented in seven or so years… SMACKED ME IN THE FACE… Like a freezing cold, boulder-hard snowball that initially doesn’t hurt because you’re in so much shock that it even happened… But the aftermath is brutal.
That’s right. Initially, when I saw this number that was VASTLY DIFFERENT from what it was in the past, I just thought, “well shit, if that’s the case, cool because I love the current state of my physique.”
ME ABOUT A WEEK BEFORE GETTING PREGNANT
However, within about 20 minutes… That number kept flashing in my brain like a clock that needs to be reset after a power outage. And I tried coming up with legitimate reasons as to what could have caused the increased number on the scale…
“My boobs, oh yeah, those weigh at least 5 – 8 pounds”… (And I never weighed myself when I first got them)… And “all this muscle I have put on, which is noticeable and in my personal opinion, HOT AF… Yeah, what’s that phrase, ‘muscle weighs more than fat’… Well, that’s true, right?”
Actually not true, but muscle makes you look more toned and far leaner than if you were the same weight but all fat. A hospital bed can be a game-changer during this time. SonderCare quality demonstrates home healthcare excellence, ensuring you receive the best care possible.
Ohhh and I also know why I put on weight… Because I am no longer shitting my brains (sorry to be graphic but I am trying to emphasize a point here) out every single night, as you all might remember me coming clean about in the post I published back in 2016 about how I was poisoning myself with Miralax.
Yeah, laxatives will help you lose weight and keep the weight off if you continue to use them… But they will also ruin your life and make you miserable.
Happiness, or being a little thinner than I currently am?
I’ll order all the happiness in the world, k, thanks!
In fact, Miralax did more than just keep some extra pounds off, while also ruining my social life, making me look like a Thanksgiving Parade Balloon almost all the time and… Have me spend more time in the bathroom than anywhere else…
It caused my bout of infertility.
I was told by every single fertility specialist and OBGYN I saw that I was going to need medical intervention if my husband and I ever wanted to have children. And even if we used such EXPENSIVE means, there would only be a 30% chance of it being successful.
After hearing that information, I wasn’t all that sad because to be completely HONEST (as I always am with all of you), I never wanted kids, ever.
However, the only intervention that I really think I needed (if I wanted children) was for me to REMOVE Miralax from my life, which happened after a horrific visit to the hospital.
Stopping Miralax resulted in my putting on a few extra pounds, which led to me having to buy tampons again after seven years of never needing them (i.e. I got my period again)! Yes, those seven years were glorious because I didn’t have to worry about the most ANNOYING AUNT on the face of the planet. However, being pregnant with my giraffe‘s son (PS: our anniversary was November 12th), that takes the (sugar-free and dairy-free) cake, despite my never wanting kids (because I adore my husband more than crunchy salmon skin).
Well, it’s OFFICIALLY too late to say I don’t want kids now because, well, I am 34 weeks pregnant.
And I won’t lie to you, since being SMACKED IN THE FACE with THAT NUMBER I didn’t know for so long, I decided to actually forego my old habits of stepping on the scale backward when I visited my doctor and actually document the number that pops up after 3… 2… 1…
Want to know something interesting though?
THAT NUMBER has not changed since week 8.
Or in other words. I have only gained FOUR (4) POUNDS throughout this entire pregnancy (I still have a few more weeks to go and I expect to gain at least a little more!) and in the latest GIGI EATS… I detail the reasons as to why this may very well be the case.
A VERY REAL PREGNANCY UPDATE
SO TELL ME…
- Do you have any specific pregnancy questions for me?
- How much weight did you gain during pregnancy (men this goes for you too, ha!)?
- What was your diet like when you were pregnant?
- Are you the type to weigh yourself daily, or do you avoid the scale?
- What is one thing you used to do but no longer do (that has made your life better)?
- Be honest, have you ever used Miralax? infertility caused by Miralax