I did it: I exceeded my Christmas goal by two pounds! I'm into my smaller-size jeans, for the most part, though not yet cords or dress pants, and all of my skirts are basically wearable. Psychologically, I'm most excited that the middle digit of my three-digit weight has dropped another number. It just feels better to be in this particular group of tens!
However, I'm also done vigorously attacking my weight for a while. I found out this week (at his six-month check-up) that Silas hasn't gained any weight in the past two months. I'm positive my milk quantity hasn't decreased any, but it has me wondering if I've affected the quality of it by restricting my calorie intake. Since Silas still refuses to take a bottle and is now rejecting the spoon, I'm his only source of nutrition. The doctor isn't worried, and Levi went through a small phase at six months as well [actually, Levi continues to weigh in in the 3-5% percentile, but that's just who he is], but I feel responsible for Silas's failure to bulk up nonetheless.
I'm still tracking calories -- mostly because once I got in the habit, I couldn't stop! -- but I adjusted my settings for a half-pound-a-week goal instead of a full pound, and I'm choosing not to care if I exceed even that relaxed restriction. As I mentioned before, I'm going to allow myself to indulge in the holiday feasting for the next week. Come January 1, I'm going to try again to concentrate not so much on my calorie intake, but on my sugar intake. I've never been terribly successful with that in the past, but I'm hopeful that now that I'm accustomed to paying attention to what I eat, it will be easier than before. We shall see!
However, I'm also done vigorously attacking my weight for a while. I found out this week (at his six-month check-up) that Silas hasn't gained any weight in the past two months. I'm positive my milk quantity hasn't decreased any, but it has me wondering if I've affected the quality of it by restricting my calorie intake. Since Silas still refuses to take a bottle and is now rejecting the spoon, I'm his only source of nutrition. The doctor isn't worried, and Levi went through a small phase at six months as well [actually, Levi continues to weigh in in the 3-5% percentile, but that's just who he is], but I feel responsible for Silas's failure to bulk up nonetheless.
I'm still tracking calories -- mostly because once I got in the habit, I couldn't stop! -- but I adjusted my settings for a half-pound-a-week goal instead of a full pound, and I'm choosing not to care if I exceed even that relaxed restriction. As I mentioned before, I'm going to allow myself to indulge in the holiday feasting for the next week. Come January 1, I'm going to try again to concentrate not so much on my calorie intake, but on my sugar intake. I've never been terribly successful with that in the past, but I'm hopeful that now that I'm accustomed to paying attention to what I eat, it will be easier than before. We shall see!
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