I’m having to type this on my iPhone since my keyboard is currently freaking out. If you follow me on Twitter then you know this, but I know that not everyone follows me (shocker, I know).
I’ll be having a saline sonogram this week (Thursday) as well as a fasting glucose and an additional fasting test to determine if I have MTHFR or not. Two of my labs from the IVF clinic came back abnormal-elevated glucose and an MTHFR gene mutation. The high glucose concerns me because I have 2 extended relatives who have developed Type 2 diabetes. If I have MTHFR then I’ll be on a ton of folic acid (the mutation inhibits that) and my risk of miscarriage will increase.
I know that both are treatable but with P being deployed, trying to adopt my SIL’s kids and thinking about going through IVF on my own, it’s just all a bit much. Any thoughts and prayers would be appreciated ❤
So the other day I found a couple of old pics of me from when we lived in Savannah. I’m not posting them b/c they are risque and my brothers read this blog. Not to mention that I’m sure P wouldn’t want me posting htme here. Anyway, I had a flat tummy back then and I had totally forgotten that fact. Now I definitely do not have a flat tummy. In fact, I have gained about 12 lbs in the past few months. I am up to 142 which is 8 lbs away from my personal fat weight. Now I know that some of you reading this will probably be rolling your eyes at my weight and thinking that I am a delusional bitch for thinking that I need to lose weight; however, I need to lose 10 lbs. 130-132 lbs is my good, healthy weight. When I worked at a health club and worked out 5 days/week that was my weight. When we lived in Svannah, that was my average weight. I am now dead set on getting back to that weight.
There are several factors that I think have contributed to this weight gain. I haven’t been exercising regularly which I am sure contributed to it. Living in Savannah, I exercised about 4-5 days per week and did a lot of walking on the weekends when we were in the Historic District. Here on the weekends, we drink, eat and try to stay cool. We don’t have a nice, pretty, entertaining Historic District. Even though we ate out a lot in Savannah, I typically burned it off through running, yoga and walking. I live a much more sedentary lifestyle here and it’s starting to show.
Another factor is that I quit taking Metformin since I made so many diet changes. Metformin helps regulate your insulin and I take b/c PCOS can cause insulin resistance. Insulin resistance can casue weight gain. Needless to say, I started Metformin again this morning.
Lack of freaking motivation because I live in Leesville, LA and hate it. There, I said it. Yes, I love my job and we’ve paid off a lot of debt since living here but I am reaching my limit of how long I can live here. This year of stability can’t get over soon enough. I cannot wait to live in civilization again.
My back issues and infertility issues have also played a part in why I’ve gained weight. It’s hard to get the motivation to eercise when you feel like you’re being stabbed in the back or when you are doubled over b/c of PCOS and/or endometriosis. It’s not fun. I’m trying to find ways to work through/around these issues. I can’t wait until I start physical therapy for my back-hopefully it will work wonders.
Seing those old pics of me inspired me. I can have that body again b/c I had that body about 18 months ago. I have the tools, I just have to do it.