I am so happy to be back on my blog after 9 months of a GRUELING pregnancy. My morning sickness lasted 21 weeks, and then when that was over my immune system pretty much shut down causing sickness, after sickness, after sickness. I was in bed and felt like I was dying pretty much the whole time. I literally thought my baby was going to come out with 4 heads or something because it was so incredibly hard. The plan had been to stick to my 6 small meals a day and work out my entire pregnancy...but that DID NOT HAPPEN. Yeah, not even a little bit. It was fast food, milk shakes, bed rest and medication. I don't think I cooked a single meal during my pregnancy. It was an exciting night at the Wetzler home when I would pop a frozen casserole into the oven and then retreat back to my cell. Baby George was born October 19 and was absolutely perfect. I was so scared of what he might look like that when I saw him I didn't recognize him! I was surprised to see that he looked just like his big brother Carter did when he was born. I was so thankful to God for giving me such a beautiful and healthy little boy. I won't go into how my epidural didn't take...that would just be too much complaining for my style. After George was born I got out of bed and walked into the bathroom. That was the fabulous thing about the epidural not working...I was mobile immediately after the birth. I loved it. When I returned to bed, a little light headed, the nurse asked what I wanted for lunch. She said I could have whatever I wanted. I gave her a blank stare because I was thinking. I was thinking about my first food decision post baby. I didn't have any more excuses. It was meal one of my journey and I wanted it to begin as soon as possible. I was tired of eating crap. I wanted to get this party started immediately. She saw I was a little shy and began listing off my choices. “You can have a cheeseburger and fries.......what about a pizza? Do you want some ice cream or a milk shake? What are you craving?” I smiled and said, “Actually I would love a big salad with lots of raw veggies, some grilled chicken on top and some ranch dressing with a bottled water. Can they make me that?” She laughed and said, “You go girl.” Moments later my hospital room phone rang and it was the kitchen. I literally had to repeat this, what I thought to be a simple request, about 6 times before they believed that I really did want this as my first meal post baby. When my food arrived, I saw that they just couldn't help themselves...They added two buttered rolls, apple pie, and 2% milk. I only ate the salad. Three days later I was welcomed home to a house full of treats! A box of assorted giant size muffins tormented me as I opened the box and starred down at them. Just one bite. Just one muffin! I deserve it! I just gave birth! I am breastfeeding and George he NEEDS me to eat this! I took a deep breath and calmly asked myself, how are you going to feel AFTER you finish the damn muffin? If I had chosen the muffin, I would made bad choices the rest of the day and I knew that about myself. I knew that if I made the strong choice, that I would stay on track and conquer the goal that was so important to me! I want to be healthy, happy, and strong for my boys and for myself! I walked away and made a small plate of hummus, cheese, mixed nuts and fruit. I felt energized and strong and KNEW I had made the right choice. Since then I have continued making the right choice. I have lost 12 pounds since returning home from the hospital. In 10 days I have lost 2 sizes. I am back in my old clothes and feeling so strong! I get to begin my exercise in 4 days and I already have my plan. I will be sharing my weight, food logs, weaknesses, struggles, accomplishments, ect with you day by day.