So here’s the deal, I actually only gained 20 pounds with the twins. W.T.F. Andrea? How did that happen?
Well, I tell you, horrific morning sickness until week 16 was a big help in that department. Combine that with giving birth at 28 weeks and there you go. 20 pounds. Here is me at about 25 weeks-ish:
At 5′ 9″ I am one tall mama and I have a long torso so the babies had lots o’ room in there. I seriously cannot imagine how you more petite mamas out there managed to carry twins and especially to term. You are my heroes.
Anyhow, I lost 7 pounds instantaneously after the c-section. You would think that the stress of having babies in the NICU along with pumping every stinking 2 1/2 hours would help me to lose the remaining poundage. Nope, not me. For about 6 months after they were born, I turned into a compulsive eater and gained about 20 pounds. My biggest weakness was late night eating. I wasn’t able to nurse, but I still pumped for several months after the boys came home. Which means I would feed both of them, put them back to bed and then I still had to pump. Fun.
By the time I was finished, I was wide awake and hungry. I would eat entire boxes of donuts, croissants, tubs of ice cream, cookies, really, as long as it was sweet, I was in my happy place. My diet during the day was fine, it was just nights that destroyed me. So as you can imagine, I blew up pretty quickly to about 190 lbs.
Because I am tall, I was able to carry the extra poundage well, at least as well as you can carry about 35 extra pounds. People were shocked, shocked whenever I would reveal my weight. In January 2009, I took a long hard look at myself and was not happy. I stopped buying junk food and joined a gym. They had a lovely kid zone for the boys which provided up to 2 hours of free child care. It was a brand new facility so the showers were still in great shape. Consequently, I was able to take a lovely non-rushed shower everyday. It was bliss. I lost 30 pounds and a total 25 inches from my body in about 5 months through lots of sweat and a little bit of dieting. By a “little bit,” I mean I stopped the late night compulsive sweet eating, cut out soda and kept an eye on my portion sizes. That was it. I still ate fast food every once in awhile, we still ate out a lot at our respective restaurants.
Since then, I stay roughly around 165, if I am a slacker and don’t exercise or eat decently. Last spring/early summer I got down to 150 and felt amazing. This was done through a hard core boot camp style class and 1500 calories a day. It was hard, but it was worth it baby when I wore a bikini for the first time in years. My c-section scar wasn’t quite the built in muffin top anymore (seriously, doctors, is it that hard just to snip a little extra skin away when you are stitching a sister back together again?). The cellulite was still there, but I’ve come to terms with no matter how much weight I lose, the cellulite and I will be together forever. Sigh. This past winter, I was a hack again, so I am back to around 163-ish. I look okay, I just look and feel better when I am fit. But, at least I know I can do it and exactly what I need to do to accomplish it.
I wish I didn’t love my sweets so damn much. And my Coke. I love my fully leaded Coca Coca. No Diet Coke for this girl. Sigh.