Weight a minute...

Over the course of the last two years, I have worked extremely to go from this...

To this...

Not bad, eh?

I'll be the first to admit that I did (and still do) get a bit obsessed with the number on the scale. I've come a long way from my heaviest of 176 so I feel like I deserve to be obsessive over how much I weigh. And now that I'm pregnant, I'm finding it extremely hard to come to terms with the rising number on the scale which fuels my obsession. My second thought after seeing the positive pregnancy test was "There goes all my hard work". Sad but true.

I was extremely relieved to be told by my doctor that I only need an extra 150-300 calories a day which should be from fruits and veggies and that it's ok to continue to workout like I did before. In fact, it's recommended. Hallelujah! I NEED to workout. It helps me sleep better and just makes me feel better about myself in general.

But on the other hand, I have my husband telling me to take it easy and eat whatever I want, when I want. He just doesn't understand. I physically can't "eat for two" - at least not yet! I don't want to gain a lot of weight. That's not healthy for me OR the baby. And I need to workout because there is a very good chance it will help me have an easy delivery which in turn will help HIM. I guess when I think deeper about his feelings, he says what he says because he knows I'll deprive myself of my unhealthy cravings and he just wants me to be happy.

I guess the ol' "moderation is key" phrase is going to have to be instilled in order to make us both happy.