Taking Notice

Lately, people have started taking notice that I've been losing weight.  The dental hygienist asked (of course, she also asked if I had a "new addition" because I had declined x-rays last time I was there when I had just found out I was pregnant), and later that day one of my students asked.  But the weird thing with the student is that I had only met with him one other time in the Spring, so for him to have noticed a change must have meant that I was actually much larger in real life than I was in my mind.

But again, I'm not intentionally trying to lose weight.  Rather, I'm trying to create a "safe living environment", should we ever experience the miracle of getting pregnant again.  I recognize that there are a lot of things with in/fertility that I cannot control, but I do have some say in what I choose to put into my body.  And although I admit that I do not particularly like to work out, I do enjoy how I feel when I'm done.

I still don't have the perfect answer for when people ask "why" and "how" I'm losing weight or eating carefully.  I usually just leave it at "Oh, my doctor has recommended some changes for my health", or sometimes I'll even go so far as to mention something about a hormone imbalance.  But I fear that they think that I'm a prude for eating my vegetables and hummus for lunch.  The "big-boss lady" at work made a joke about me moving on to a liquid diet before too long...that kind of hurt.  (And no, I have absolutely no intention of beginning any sort of liquid diet or any other extreme measures).

I'm not gonna lie--I like the changes that I'm seeing.  But again--the point of all of this is not to lose weight--it's to maintain a healthy pregnancy.  I'm at that point where I've been debating over whether I just keep rolling my pants to make them stay on, in the hopes that I'll soon be pregnant and needing that extra space; or just donate them all to charity and dive in to the holiday sales and buy myself a new wardrobe that fits (and yes, flatters) my new frame.

Today's blessings is my brothers' birthdays--as in the birthday of both of my brothers.  They are three years apart, but share the same birthday...and share so much else in common as well.  I truly adore my brothers, and I miss them so much.  I admit that I was a rather bossy big sister while we were growing up, but they tolerated me and saw beyond all that I asked of them.  I'm really proud of the men that they have become.  (And yesterday was my sister-in-law's birthday...and I'm equally blessed to have her in my life as well).