A change

So I've decided that I am FED UP with all this weight I have gained. Thus far, in eight months of intense fertility treatment, I have gained 8 pounds. I know it's not all that much and I would be FINE with it if it was evenly distributed throughout my body, but it's not. It is a-l-l in my belly. Case in point: last month, I saw a former client and her grandmother. Both proceeded to ask me if I was pregnant because my belly was bigger. Mind you, I was wearing a t-shirt. I almost had a coronary. I then told them that no, in fact I was not pregnant. My ex-client then told me "Don't worry Miss Lauren. You're still pretty even if you aren't skinny anymore." I wanted to cry so I promptly got the heck out of there.

I have been told to limit my exercising during fertility treatment. There are various reasons for it, but mainly your body temperature does not need to get too high or it can affect your hormones. And trust me, my hormones are messed up enough. So I've been sporadically doing some light Pilates. Also, Neil and I eat very healthy during the week. But this isn't cutting it.

So today when I got home from work, I went to the community center to walk (inside of course because I don't have a death wish). I walked 1.5 miles. I'm going to gradually increase my walking until I walk about 3 miles 4-5x per week. I've got to do something. I feel like a beached whale and have nothing to show for it. It is very depressing and my self-esteem has taken a nose dive. But today is the day that I do something about it! :)