When Cade was around seven months old, we thought of adding a new member to the family - a sibling for Cade. (In retrospect, I think, what the heck were we thinking!? But, God works it all out how it is meant to be!). After several months of trying, and nothing, I started to feel even more crappy. (And I know several months of trying is NOTHING compared to how long some couples try. In the moment, though, it was a wake up call for me.)
When Cade was almost a year old, I was talking to my older sister on the phone about how we were trying, and nothing was happening. And somehow we got on the discussion of weight and infertility I knew, deep down, that my weight was directly affecting my fertility. (Without sounding too technical, something about percentage of body fat preventing ovulation, blah, blah, blah!) At that moment, I had had enough. I hung up the phone and told my husband that I was tired of being overweight, I was tired of making excuses. I was going to start making a change right then and there. My weight was effecting my life in a horrible way. Josh (hubby) would come home from work and would want to take Cade to the park, and you know what I would do? Say, "Have fun!" while I would stay home and eat. (And usually that food would be ice cream.) It's not like I was running around all day with Cade - we had one car at the time, and Josh took it to work. I was at home, playing with my kid, and not being very active. I had zero excuses. And the worst part? I had no motivation, none, to even go to the park to play with my son. That was the tip of the iceberg for me!
I stepped on the scale the next morning and I weighed in at a glorious 262 pounds. (I even stepped off and on again to make sure it was right because, quite frankly, that number was TOO high to be MY weight!). In the first month, I lost 10 pounds. I began eating more healthy and was becoming more selective about what I put into my body (though, that was just the beginning of learning about whole foods for me). We lived on a busy street, but, no excuses, right? I got that stroller out and began taking Cade for walks. We'd walk about 1.5 miles almost every day. And what happened next? A positive pregnancy test was staring me in the face! I lost 10 pounds and whammo! Instant fertility!
I was not about to continue the bad habits that I had when I was pregnant for Cade into this new pregnancy. At my first OB appointment, I weighed 252 pounds. At the very end of my pregnancy, full term, I weighed in at 247 pounds. (My OB's were okay with me losing some weight when pregnant. I was very obese, and I was not dieting, I was beginning to change how I ate for life. If you are pregnant and overweight, don't intentionally try to lose weight - please talk to your doctor first!)
When Jack came home from the hospital, I stepped on the scale and weighed 235 pounds. I had every intention of continuing my new way of life, but my milk supply was a struggle to keep up, and I did not want to refuse my son something that I felt was necessary and vital. I made a promise to myself that when Jack turned one, I would push head on, full force, with changing my life. (And while I was nursing that first year, I still attempted to make healthy choices, and not be a total lazy bum as I was previously!) One year later, I kept that promise, and began the couch to 5k program. At this point, I was weighing 223 pounds.
So, this begins the top two's of what I discovered the "secret's" to weight loss are.....
TO BE CONTINUED.....
Come back on Friday for rest of Danielle's story and how she lost an amazing 100+ pounds, relearning how to eat and live.