So, it's over. I suppose a small part of me thought that thought my Dr. was wrong but he wasn't, and I was pregnant and now I am not. The whole experience was not what I was expecting (not that I knew what to expect) and while I know that everyone is different it was more painful than I thought it would be, very painful physically, extremely painful mentally.
I was doing alright this weekend, I kept myself busy but I just realized that I was never alone. We brought the dog for long walks, I baked and made a lasagne and we brought my grandfather out for brunch. Today, I'm not doing so well. The long commute to work gives me too much time to let my mind wander and sitting alone in my office I am unable to concentrate on anything other than I was pregnant and now I am not. The rain outside probably doesn't help matters much, it's depressing to look outside today.
Anyway, enough of the pity party......
The last couple of weeks have been baaaaaaad
food wise and while I don't regret eating comfort foods, (my drugs of choice were mac and cheese and mass quantities of gummy worms, the really fresh ones from
Bulk Barn) it's time to stop. I'm scared to look at the scale and worse than the scale is that I feel mushy. I quit kickboxing when I found out I was pregnant and now I'm not as toned as I once was and I feel gross. I've kept up walking with the dog for at least 45 minutes a day but I need to add some cardio so tonight I'm dusting off my
Shred DVD. It won't be pretty but I'm going to do it.