Weight Loss Diary – Doctor’s Orders
It’s not every day my doctor looks me in the eye and says, “Bonnie, you’ve GOT to lose weight and start exercising. In fact, I want you to start NOW and really make this your focus for the next 6 months. If you want another baby, this is something you need to do”.
I’ve never been told by my doctor that I am too heavy. I’ve been told I should think about losing weight but I’ve never been placed under doctor’s orders. This is new territory for me.
In my 20’s, I was 5’7″, clocked in at 125 pounds and ran around in a size 4. I’m tall for an Asian American female and I loved my high heels. I was in a bikini contest when I was 21 and had flat abs with a trace of a 6 pack. I could eat an entire large pizza and somehow manage to lose weight. I used to joke that I had a tapeworm and his name was Barney the Tapeworm. It was Barney, my imaginary tapeworm, responsible for my enviable svelte frame in my mid to late 20’s.
Here’s Barney the Tapeworm as drawn by my good friend, Margie. 😀
I noticed the weight slowly creeping on when I hit 30 and met the man I later married. Call it the “happy” weight that couples gain when in a happy relationship, call it the Curse Of The 30’s. Call it whatever you want but the reality was that I could no longer eat an entire large pizza by myself and not expect to see the repercussions somewhere on my body.
When I got pregnant, I ran into a lot of complications. I was placed on modified bed rest and cautioned not to walk beyond what’s absolutely necessary for daily function. Even if I wanted to do light weight training, it wasn’t a good idea because I had a PICC line in my arm.
I developed gestational diabetes and my heart sank. As a Registered Nurse, I knew what that meant. My baby ran the risk of being born too big and may face her own health problems later. I faced 50% chance of my gestational diabetes converting into full blown Type 2 diabetes later on in my life. The outlook was grim but not dire.
It’s now 7 months after I gave birth. On any give day, I’m either 2 pounds below my pre-pregnancy weight or 2 pounds over. Today, I weighed 180 pounds in the morning. That’s one pound above my pre-pregnancy weight.
You’d think that would be cause for celebration but, to me, it’s not. I still have a long way to go because I’m not looking at the numbers on the scale so much as the numbers on the measuring tape.
43.5 – 36 – 42.5
Those are my measurements as of today. I’m going to try to hold myself accountable on this blog and measure myself every week. I’m not comparing myself to other women because every woman has her own journey. This is mine.
Screenshots Of Miss Bonnified's Mind 