Farewell My Hyper Metabolism
For the first time in my thirty odd years, I am actually losing the battle of the bulge. Lack of any decent exercise and my deplorable choices in food (the higher in fat the better!) have finally taken their toll on my childbirth-beaten body. I have far surpassed the accpetable one-year mark for carrying my "baby" weight. Aaaaargh, in other words, I'm a walking and talking mass of love handles! Pick a spot on my body and there's bound to be a handful that you can squeeze there.
It's all my fault really. On my second pregnancy, I swore that I'd maintain a respectable weight gain this time around. For a reference point, I gained 55 pounds when I was pregnant with my first child, AJ. That's half of my original 110-lbs. frame! Hence, the resolution on my second pregnancy. Maybe I should've been more specific with my resolution. Fate was such a tease in that, yes, I "only" gained about 30 pounds while I was pregnant with AT. I ate about as much as I did, yet, the scales proudly displayed that I was still within the reasonable bounds of prenatal weight gain. Alas, fifteen months after my precious daughter's birth, I am still carrying five, okay maybe ten, out of those thrity pounds!
The sad thing is that I am out of excuses. I used to have my round-the-clock breastfeeding as a clutch not to go on a diet (I am still eating for two, mind you!). There were the holidays with all the mouthwatering food at parties, plus leftovers. Then there were the darned two weeks in February when I felt close enough to death that I ate like I was getting my last meal weeks after I felt better. And now that I have a wedding to attend at the end of the month I am pulling my hair as to how to squeeze into that dress that I got. Why oh why did I have the audacity to get a size 4?!
A passionate food lover that I am, I just cannot bring myself to crash diet. And I also, for the life of me, cannot completely eliminate major food groups from my diet. That pretty much takes out the Atkins and other similar low-carb diets that promise fast results. Instead, I've been hoping that a sensible eating approach will bring back my erstwhile fast metabolism (and hopefully, my former waistline with it) back in gear. Boy, was I wishful thinking!
Since I am fast running out of options, I have imposed a strict before-nine o'clock diet for myself. I know, I know, it's ideally a before-six diet, but with two wailing kids that need to be fed, bathed and put to bed by eight, I've got to give myself a break! I have been on this diet for nearly three weeks now, and out of 21 days, I've cheated about 18. Ha! I guess that my EQ on self-control went out the window together with my hyper metabolism!
So, here I am, clicking away at the keys to fill this blog instead of raiding the fridge and filling my (flabby) stomach. In these times of desperation, I've also begun "training" with Matt, my personal trainer (ahem!) on Kinetic. Hahaha! Thought I finally had the free time and energy to trek to the gym? For clueless folks out there like me, Kinetic is this interactive game for PS2, that's supposed to get your body moving through a series of exercises. If you don't give up on the three-month program (like I'm close to doing... giving up I mean), you're supposed to see results. I've been on it for two weeks now, and the only results I've seen is an even more ravenous appetite. Still flabby, but hungrier. When the clock strikes nine, I suddenly feel the strong urge to eat. I'd probably eat my throw pillows if they were fried and salted.
Let's see how the rest of the month goes with this self-inflicted torture. Right now I have to sign off and just take a tiny peek at that yummy-looking sapin-sapin that ED's mom brought for me from New Jersey. At this stage of my food withdrawal, I'm tempted to rebuff the image of me looking like an overstuffed sausage at the wedding. It's not my wedding anyway!
It's all my fault really. On my second pregnancy, I swore that I'd maintain a respectable weight gain this time around. For a reference point, I gained 55 pounds when I was pregnant with my first child, AJ. That's half of my original 110-lbs. frame! Hence, the resolution on my second pregnancy. Maybe I should've been more specific with my resolution. Fate was such a tease in that, yes, I "only" gained about 30 pounds while I was pregnant with AT. I ate about as much as I did, yet, the scales proudly displayed that I was still within the reasonable bounds of prenatal weight gain. Alas, fifteen months after my precious daughter's birth, I am still carrying five, okay maybe ten, out of those thrity pounds!
The sad thing is that I am out of excuses. I used to have my round-the-clock breastfeeding as a clutch not to go on a diet (I am still eating for two, mind you!). There were the holidays with all the mouthwatering food at parties, plus leftovers. Then there were the darned two weeks in February when I felt close enough to death that I ate like I was getting my last meal weeks after I felt better. And now that I have a wedding to attend at the end of the month I am pulling my hair as to how to squeeze into that dress that I got. Why oh why did I have the audacity to get a size 4?!
A passionate food lover that I am, I just cannot bring myself to crash diet. And I also, for the life of me, cannot completely eliminate major food groups from my diet. That pretty much takes out the Atkins and other similar low-carb diets that promise fast results. Instead, I've been hoping that a sensible eating approach will bring back my erstwhile fast metabolism (and hopefully, my former waistline with it) back in gear. Boy, was I wishful thinking!
Since I am fast running out of options, I have imposed a strict before-nine o'clock diet for myself. I know, I know, it's ideally a before-six diet, but with two wailing kids that need to be fed, bathed and put to bed by eight, I've got to give myself a break! I have been on this diet for nearly three weeks now, and out of 21 days, I've cheated about 18. Ha! I guess that my EQ on self-control went out the window together with my hyper metabolism!
So, here I am, clicking away at the keys to fill this blog instead of raiding the fridge and filling my (flabby) stomach. In these times of desperation, I've also begun "training" with Matt, my personal trainer (ahem!) on Kinetic. Hahaha! Thought I finally had the free time and energy to trek to the gym? For clueless folks out there like me, Kinetic is this interactive game for PS2, that's supposed to get your body moving through a series of exercises. If you don't give up on the three-month program (like I'm close to doing... giving up I mean), you're supposed to see results. I've been on it for two weeks now, and the only results I've seen is an even more ravenous appetite. Still flabby, but hungrier. When the clock strikes nine, I suddenly feel the strong urge to eat. I'd probably eat my throw pillows if they were fried and salted.
Let's see how the rest of the month goes with this self-inflicted torture. Right now I have to sign off and just take a tiny peek at that yummy-looking sapin-sapin that ED's mom brought for me from New Jersey. At this stage of my food withdrawal, I'm tempted to rebuff the image of me looking like an overstuffed sausage at the wedding. It's not my wedding anyway!
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