Hellllloooooo.....?

Are you there? 

Did my poor little forsaken blog just jump to the top of your blog roll? 

Did ya miss me? ;)

So much has happened in a year.

Wanna see?

That's right, I had a baby!

Wanna see another picture?

You do?

I finally went to see an infertility specialist and he was able to 

diagnose me with PCOS in about 10 seconds.

With a little bit of scientific help we conceived!

K was born on March 28 of this year.

When I got pregnant I was scared that I would balloon up

so I made a goal that I wouldn't go above 200 lbs. 

(My starting weight was 170.)

In the first trimester I actually lost weight and didn't gain any back until about 18 weeks. 

My last weigh-in (the day I was induced due to mild pre-eclampsia) I weighed exactly 200 lbs.

When I was weighed at the Docs office, a week after K was born,

(I needed to check my blood pressure)

I weighed 170! 

I was able to wear my pre-pregnancy pants.  I felt pretty good about how things were going. 

I actually got down to 165, which is what I weighed in my first trimester. 

Then due to low supply I stopped breast feeding.  My weight started to climb up again. 

I'm now at 173.

So, here I start.

Again.

I would like to lose 40 lbs, but we're going to start with 20.

I learned women with PCOS tend to be insulin resistant so a low GI eating plan can be

beneficial in weight loss. 

I've been working on that, but I haven't been very good.

Also, I have started running again. 

I started the c25k program last week.  It's a bit of a slap in the face to know that a year and a half ago I could run 6 miles, but now I can barely run for 90 seconds. 

But, I guess after not working out for a year

(I didn't want to do anything that would cause me to blame myself if I miscarried)

you have to start somewhere. 

I'm okay with starting slow. 

I don't want any injuries.  Shin splints suck.

So, here we go. 

I see lots of green lights ahead. 

I have a beautiful baby girl.

I have a clean house that I love.

(A messy house was always the cause of so much stress, remember?)

I have a great support system.

Send me a note?

Let me know you're still here?

Tell your friends?

I'm back, baby!