About a yellow rope and gaining one kilo
Every three weeks we’re meeting for group sessions at the Obesity Clinic with our support group. Today was one of those days. We had a session with both the psychologist and our physical exercise coach. Besides that it was time for another weigh-in.
The weigh-in was a bit silly. Of course I am not losing weight now that I am pregnant. They have told me not to lose any weight and other than that I haven’t gotten any tips and tricks on how to do that. Of course they have told me what kind of foods I should or shouldn’t eat, but that was about it. So I stepped on the scale. I had gained one kilo since January, which wasn’t so crazy. I mean, that baby inside me is growing like crazy and I am nearly 25 weeks pregnant, so it seems kind of normal. Well, apparantly it wasn’t. Suddenly it was like “You should gain more, this isn’t good for your baby!” Well, newsflash, I have been eating like ten times a day since I am pregnant, and the weight doesn’t stick. I don’t mind. I am healthy, the baby has a perfectly average size and weight for his age and we are both doing fine. It feels like there is no way to get it right with them, so I guess I shouldn’t let them get to me. It is driving me insane though.
In one of the sessions we have been working on an exercise on how we see ourselves at the moment. We all got to work with three ropes. A red one to show how big you THINK your waist is. A blue one to show what size you would like to have at the end of your weightloss journey and last but not least there was yellow. With the yellow rope we had to measure ourselves and then see if we were right about the red rope, or if things were different. Of course they were different. We all made the red rope too big. It is funny how our brain plays games with us like that. In my case we played the game a little different by the way. Red was what I thought I would be right now and blue what I would have been if I would not have the baby bump. Guess what? I am probably there already, without the bump, or maybe my waist is even smaller. That was a good sign, because I have been feeling kind of fat lately. I do have the bump on the front, but not the old fat at my back. So it is not as bad as it used to be. I need to remember that this is the baby I am carrying and not me falling back into my old patterns.
So let’s see what I will learn when I go back there in three weeks. I guess there are still things to learn from each other. This journey isn’t over, for sure.