It feels just like yesterday when I was writing and recounting all the sicknesses one could possibly had and they all happened to me. That miserable period makes me miserable thinking about it. During the time a wise lady said to me that it's just like a light switch, on and off, all the miseries can be gone just like that. I hell didn't believe it especially I thought I had a near-death experience.
But it did get switched off. One day, all the sicknesses were gone, magically. To be exact, it was the last day of the 11th week. I marked it on my calendar.
Eat
Now, I am pretty much back to normal, except for headaches, which never stops. I have the best appetite ever, which results in 7 more lbs at the last weigh-in. For my non-pregnancy diet, I used to eat several small meals a day just to keep my metabolism up - this is my method of burning more calories and losing weight. It was very hard, to time myself and to remind myself to eat. I didn't like it. It was hard. Now, for the pregnancy diet, I don't even have to remind my body it's been two hours since I last eat, my body pushes me to search for food. Here's what the eating schedule looks like:
- 7:00am-8:00am: Breakfast (must have eggs and veggie shake)
- 10:00am-10:30pm: Snacks (must have fruits)
- 12:00pm-2:00pm: Lunch (anything)
- 4:00pm-5:00pm: Snacks (fruits or green tea latte)
- 6:30pm-8:00pm: Dinner (anything but low carbs)
- 9:00pm-10:00pm: I feel hungry again but I try not to eat.
This feeding schedule looks so much like a baby's feeding schedule and I am only feeding myself. CRAZY! I occasionally have to fit in some nap time so that I can hit the gym. And before I hit the gym, I have to snack on something too. I am hoping the little blueberry will really benefit from it too.
Sleep
I sleep at least 9 hours a day, plus nap time. For some reason, I still feel tired. I fight the urge to sleep by going to the gym or cleaning around the house. I try not to sit in bed (where the TV is). I generally sleep well but I dream a lot. I can't quite puzzle together what the dreams were about but there were definitely people and faces, places, stories and scenes. My brain activities are too strong that this has become a little problem for my sleep quality. It might be the reason why even with 9 hours a day sleep, I still feel restless.
Sex
Not only did I gain my appertite for food back, I also gained back the appertite for sex. TB's non-existing sex life is officially back to life again and I am glad my toy (TB) is always available. I
Work
I still work. In fact, I am always excited about work. Nothing can make me feel complete except for work. I am one for those people who will define herself by her accomplishment in work. Although I have to work often time on weekend for long hours, I can be myself 100% for that time - focused, disciplined, and motivated. There have been a lot of work related meetings that I postponed. Currently I am resuming all the meetings and progress so that I can catch up. Things on my to-do list have been piling up and I am just excited that I have all my energy back to do all that. This makes me happy.
Workout
As I always say, working out makes me feel better, if not physically, mentally. I am back to my workout routine with weight training and cardio. Although I am still on the previous routine of "pre-contest workout", I might need to change it up. I did adjust the weight and intensity so that it won't put too much pressure on my lower back. Cardio is also a must for getting the heart rate up. I have tried pushing my limit a lot to reach my max heart rate of 170-180. Pacing is definitely important. However, for me to feel as good as before, I have to the same, if not more, workout as before. The weather has been toooooo hot, or I'd be out running or playing tennis. Actually, we are going to find a weekend to go either running or playing tennis first thing in the morning before the heat.
So as you can see, my life is really back to normal. It makes me feel relieved even though I am still trying to catch up on the changes of my body every day. I think I started to show a little bit, even though, sometimes it looks like just a layer of fat on my belly. TB said I started walking like a pregnant lady. Oh how ugly is that.
But then again, he always has his ass-hole like sense of humor.
TB: (looking and touching my upper arms softly and gently)
TB: Are your arms pregnant too?
#normalisgood
DearJulie
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