So, one of the side effects of it being month fucking SEVEN of TTC (and, no, no bleeding yet, but my HPT yesterday was negative, so really, I’m just waiting for it to start) is that all of those plans I made back in June have sort of backfired.

Long timers remember, I lost an assload (ha! I kill me.) of weight on WW back in ought-three.  I sort of plateaued, and then I was going to try to get pregnant, which, in general causes a gain of weight, so I had  A Plan. That did not really involve POINTS in any way.

Basically, the Plan was that it made no sense to get any smaller and have to keep buying new clothes.  As it was, I had been working my way into smaller sizes all along, and quite frankly, that can get spendy. (Thrift stores are not an potion for me, because they never ever have short/petite sizes. Seriously, I’ve looked.)  Also, WW doesn’t let you stay On Program if you’re pregnant, and I can clearly, CLEARLY! remember confessing to Angie (my coworker and WW @Work leader) that "oh, we’re trying to have a baby, so I figured it was easier to bow out now." Chortle, chortle.

Of course, it has been SEVEN months.  I KNOW my ass is returning, my pants feel tighter, and my skinniest pants? Yeah. Not so much with ‘the buttoning.’

A year ago, I was taking Pilates 2xweek (But I read that Pilates is not recommended forpregnancy, I say, as I pat my growing-but-not-for-THAT-reason belly) and yoga 1x week.  I had a fitness ball, was doing 8 minutes in the morning, and sometimes, my Kathy Smith Timesaver DVD.  Then we moved, and my fitness ball got deflated, and my DVD disappeared into the ether somewhere, and the YW merged with the YM and got all different, and Pilates went away at that time.

I started walking, not as much as I’d like, and then winter came. Not so much the cold and snow of winter, walking in the cold is okay, but the pitch black by 4 pm of winter. That’s the part that sucks.

Toss in a mild case of depression ("Why am I not pregnant yet? I hate my job? It’s so goddamn DARK out!") and a cinnamon roll and an Oprah-nap is where you end up. Not so good for the ass.

So, today, Dave and I were talking about fitness, our fitness, not just mine, and all of this came up and I’m working on A New Plan, because I don’t want to be a fatass again.  I’ve been checking out stumptuous.com and I’m going to try to unearth my DVD & fitness ball.  We’re working on setting up some sort of reward plan (for me, anyway) wherein Dave must take me to the movies or something for every week I get offa’ my ass and follow The Plan.

I went to Target, and feeling like I had hit bottom (again) was wandering near electronics when I saw this guy, who does not live in my city, but does belong to a middle-school organization that I belong to.  I hadn’t seen him since our fall conference, but when I did see him, I decided . . . . wait for it . . . .  it was A Sign.  I got myself a new little radio and water bottle, and I was feeling renewed.  Then I saw a woman chasing a toddler exclaiming "You are STINKY! You have a fuuuullll diaper!" which, if I wasn’t so selective of my Signs, could mean I am just full of shit.

The radio has a TV band, so I could still get my Oprah on (I confess, I like Oprah. But not celebrity ass-kissing Oprahs, the ones where people are doing good and/or bad things. Like the Amber Frey interviews.  DId you know that Amber Frey nursed her daughter until she was 2? Is it wrong that that made my opinion of her shoot up, like, 50 points?)  And, I bought myself 180s over break, with headphones, AND I bought new winter boots (Only, for 60 bucks, because the LLBean outlet is just down the road, ha!) and I already have my good gloves, so I have NO REASON to NOT GO WALKING.  I also want to do weights, I liked doing my weights, even if they were silly girl-weights of 5 & 8 lb dumbbells. At least it’s a START, right?

So, while I wait to get pregnerant, I need to work on my ass. If that teacher can lose 500 pounds on his own, no surgery, just changing his life, I can certainly lose, say 20. Right? RIGHT.  (And I bet you didn’t even read that link yet, but now you want to because holy shit! 500 American POUNDS? Yes. And he’s a good teacher, too. Check it out.)