Urgh, it’s so hard to shed those pounds.
When I was in JC, I was too light to donate blood. The minimum weight was 50kg and I was 48kg at that time. Those were the days….
After Baby1, I decided not to attempt to lose any weight. “We’ll be trying for Baby2 anyway, so no point to lose weight now” was my thinking. Before concieving Baby1, I was around 55kg. After giving birth to Baby1, my weight continued to pile on silently and I was 60+kg just before conceiving Baby2. From M to L and even some XLs are even too tight….
Fast forward to present day. Baby2 is 2.5 month old now, and I am still at 62kg. I never used to think kgs are hard to shed – aren’t they just numbers? But my weighing machine is still not giving me the 55 that I want to see, sobz…..
I try to cut down on rice for dinners. I try to skip breakfast if I’m not feeling hungry in the morning. I drink more soup and eat vegetables in place of rice so that my stomach will be full. I drink water/juices/any fluids in the afternoons when I feel hungry. I go to bed with a growling stomach and tell myself no supper at all. I drink half a cup of coffee so that I don’t take in an additional half spoon more of sugar.
But I end up having fried chicken for dinner because I have been having such awful meals the past week. My dinner was durians because I can’t have it as a snack. I had cheese fries because I need to reward myself. I reward myself with 3 packs tidbits and 1 cup milk tea again.
It seems that the less I try to eat, the more I actually eat!
Dieting is so hard, it really takes a lot of will power. And after all that suffering, there may not be even any visible effects.
But this time round, I am determined to lose that weight. I want to be a chio mummy! Jiayou jiayou jiayou!