It's May of 2000, and I'm coming home from the hospital with my beautiful (and well-fed!) 10-pound baby boy Matthew. We are overjoyed with our first child and with the miracle of birth. Yet as I stepped on the scale the morning after returning from the hospital, it was awful to see the needle reading 248 pounds.
My struggle with weight and food goes back almost as far as I can remember, but it reached it's peak during my first pregnancy. Even though I'd been a part of the First Place program, I allowed the temptation to overeat to be a stronger force in my life. I used the rationale of "eating for two" to justify all that I took in.
So in nine months I went from 158 pounds on my 5'7" frame to 248 post-pregnancy. By the end of that period I was truly miserable, and not just in the way nine-month pregnant women usually are. It was so hard to function with so much extra weight. I prayed that one day I could somehow manage to get back to something close to normal.
My struggle with weight and food goes back almost as far as I can remember, but it reached it's peak during my first pregnancy. Even though I'd been a part of the First Place program, I allowed the temptation to overeat to be a stronger force in my life. I used the rationale of "eating for two" to justify all that I took in.
So in nine months I went from 158 pounds on my 5'7" frame to 248 post-pregnancy. By the end of that period I was truly miserable, and not just in the way nine-month pregnant women usually are. It was so hard to function with so much extra weight. I prayed that one day I could somehow manage to get back to something close to normal.
2 comments:
Laura - I just found this blog through another link and I am amazed to read your story!
This is a beautiful story of faith in God and I really enjoyed reading about it. Thank you for sharing this part of your life!
Thanks, Sheila!
Laura
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