Yes, I put on weight. I had a baby!

I taught at an international primary school here for 6 years before I gave up my Year 2 class to become a full-time mummy. I have gone back once or twice to see my kids and so that they can see Vinay. They were quite obsessed with him when he was still inside and always asked all sorts of questions. One child asked me every day (for 7 months) if he was still in my tummy. Two weeks ago the school had their Summer Fiesta and I decided to take V for a little while in the morning. I thought it would be a great opportunity to catch up with colleagues, children and parents. I saw a boy that I used to teach when he was in year 1. He’s in year 6 now. He is also autistic (but very high functioning). I stopped him and said hello and asked him if he remembered me. He did. I looked him and said, ‘My goodness K, I can’t believe how much you have grown! You’re taller than me!’ He made eye contact (for the first time during that meeting) for a split second and replied, ‘And I can’t believe how much weight you’ve put on!’ I showed him Vinay and tried to explain – but he had lost interest and started making his way towards a games stall. It was funny. I laughed. But his brutal honesty also hurt. Obviously not his fault. He wasn’t to know that I had started exercising regularly. Or that I was only drinking Coke once (ok twice) at the weekends. And that I was generally feeling pretty good about myself. I had fit into size 14 shorts for the first time. And they weren’t tight (but now I have a feeling that BHS clothes are a bit bigger. Anyone?)!

It was disheartening. But it’s made me more determined. My will power is non-existent – but I’ll just stay positive and keep at it. 🙂

Putting On and Taking Off the Baby Weight

I have always enjoyed good food and have never believed in ‘depriving’ myself of anything. I did exercise (on and off), so was able to keep myself in my regular size 12 clothes.

When I found out I was pregnant, I waited for the morning sickness to start. It didn’t (thank goodness). And I was hungry aaaaaall the time! Or maybe I wasn’t hungry and just ate because I wanted to or because I could. I’m not sure.

When I think about it now, I feel very guilty because my diet at that time wasn’t exactly healthy. I drank a lot of Coke. Sometimes at 6am. I hate the (longlife) milk here- so I was drinking little cartons of chocolate milk (twice a day). I ate chocolate all day long and didn’t do any exercise. I did eat some healthy things of course – but it’s difficult to remember those now. The main thing is: my boy is happy and healthy despite the crap I ate.

My mother constantly told me not to eat for two. I ignored her and, sometimes, even ate for three!

At 7 months I went to London to await the arrival of my gorgeous boy.
OMG- McDonald’s! We don’t have McDonald’s in Lagos. I went craaaaaazy! Cheeseburger, large fries and a Coke. The week before baby was born- I had 2 cheeseburgers (but only 1 portion of fries!)!
And the worst thing is – I used to stop off on my way back from my weekly check-up. I told myself I’d only go once a week (after the Dr) – but I usually ended up there 2 or 3 times a week. And sometimes I had to sneak away from my mum and my hub to get my fix.

Oh! And I forgot about the Coco Pops. I hadn’t eaten those since I was 18. And suddenly I couldn’t stop eating them. Two or three bowls a day (One after the other. Every morning while watching America’s Next Top Model).

And the Bourbon biscuits! I had to steal them from the kitchen and hide them under my pillow to eat in the middle of the night. All because I wanted to avoid the disapproval of the mothership.

Needless to say – I put on a lot of weight. And I put it on everywhere!! My boy is 9 months old (almost) and my wedding ring still doesn’t fit!

After baby was born, I found it difficult to stop eating so much (and I wasn’t breastfeeding (but that’s another story)). Luckily I went right off the Coco Pops. Didn’t go off McDonald’s, though.
And I still want to eat and eat and eat (sometimes).

It was 7 months after V was born that I started exercising again. Pilates twice a week and P90X 3 days a week. And funnily enough-because I’m exercising, I don’t feel like eating *that* much anymore. Unless we go out!

I feel much better about myself and my body. I went from a size 12 to a 16 (sometimes even 18) and now I fit into some size 14 clothes.

I’ve still got a long way to go – but I’ll get there in the end.