Mah baby broke my Bathroom Scale.

Soooooo. Either I have been steadily gaining. Or suddenly losing. Yesterday I weighed in at 292lbs. I pretty much had a heart attack. Yes, over the past few months I have gained a lot! So I finally gave in and finally started tracking calories like 3 days ago. And boy.. do I eat  alot apparently.

I found a BMR calculator that takes into account breastfeeding. And at my weight I should be eating over 3000 calories just to maintain! Go figure that! And on top of it, I am eating more than that to be gaining. I started using Spark people, and just put in my own numbers. They don’t really seem to like pregnant or lactating (nursing) women on there because of how it is set up.

(this may seem all over the place but it will all come around)

A girl with a blog called Ash Is Fit is doing a program called 20lbs in 20 weeks. She talked about laying out the figures (calories in and out) and giving yourself motivation. She had made a chart that shows each of the weeks, with dates and pounds at the bottom to be marked off as you lose them. Pretty cool. I made 6. That is 120 pounds, and I will be loseing all the way into 2011. I just have to remind myself that it is meant to take a long time.

Granted what happened with my scale this morning makes me really conflicted.

I lost 11 lbs. L.E. was playing with the scale because she things the numbers are oh so cool. So I reset it and jumped on all nude and what have you, to get a reading. I do the same thing every time I weigh myself. It is first thing after I wake up in the am and I am naked.

I jumped back on about 12 times. The only difference that happened is it went up to 282 instead of 281, then back down to 281. So either my baby broke my scale a long time ago, and that is how I gained so quickly, or she just broke 11 pounds off.

I really kind of hope that I am 281 and that the scale was broken.

I know I shoulnd’t rely on said scale for telling me my progress, but the closer you get to 300lbs. The scarier it is. It is a looming number that I remember my mom being over. I remember thinking how impossible it is to get that heavy. It all seemed so impossible. And then it kept creeping up.

As a summary, I have exercised everday for almost 2 months. Progressively harder. Awesome. I have patella tendintis, and I pulled a muscle in my back last night before bed. That sucked. It is feeling a little better today. And I plan on working out.

I am now counting calories, but I am still eating clean. What is the point of eating a little bit of junk if you pay for it so dearly. (A blizzard from Dairy Queen my husband got for me had over 1,200 calories apparently!!!!!)