Less of Me

To date - last night's booze-up notwithstanding - I have lost 45.6lbs since the end of August.  Pretty freaking fantastic, if I do say so myself.  The changes are so dramatic in so many ways.  It is fair to say: less of me means more of all the good stuff (except cake, of course).  I am happier, fitter, calmer; more rested, more thoughtful, more content; have more energy, have more patience, and have more enthusiasm.  I am certain that by being smaller, I am a bigger person.  I love the thread here...

I do not want to attribute my new found happiness to looks or vanity because that has only started to enter into it for me in the past few weeks, it is such a deeper contentment.  

Now, all this is meaningless hogwash when sitting at the other side of the adventure.  Before I set off on this journey-to-the-new-me I had spent years resenting my weight and weight-gain and choosing to be 'fine' with it so that I didn't have to be upset about it.  So Fat-Me, if she were to meet current Mini-Me (okay, alost-mini) face to face, would be rather uppity and probably tell me to go stuff my optimistic bs.... and rightfully so, no one likes to hear a bunch of positivity when stuck in the doldrums.

BUT, as it is Mini-Me talking to Fat-Me, I think the point needs to be that I am now the proof of what's possible and what we can have if we want it.

And frankly, it was not as hard as I always expected it to be (thus never really trying).  Somehow all the right things really have conspired to make me successful on this journey - thank you Fate - and I hope I can use this blog as a mode of reflection to identify the necessary components to my success to help me maintain or return when needed.

Three rounds of IVF, two kids, and 36.7 pounds later....

My husband and I spent six years trying to get pregnant before taking the IVF journey that blessed us with our two sweet wonderful rascals. We never got a fix on what the problem was, kind of a mix apparently: a bit of this, not enough of that. Regardless, babies were not coming on their own.


I wonder now, though, how much of the problem may have been too much me. Now that I've dropped a rather significant amount off of me, I suddenly have a cycle much more as one would expect. While during all the years of charting, plotting, prodding, and, frankly, sobbing I was "regular but long" with a 35-day cycle. Now, three months on plan, my cycle has progressively shortened to a perfect 28.


Huh.


Our family is exactly as its meant to be but I do wonder how much my weight affected our fertility. I'm sure it was a complex combination of factors but if I'd known how dramatic the weight-loss could be...


No matter, our family is as we wish. But to anyone struggling with the heartbreak of "trying", if weight-loss has the potential to help with your journey, I now believe it may be a more powerful step than I'd known and I wish you every success.