In November, I said that I wanted to lose 28 pounds by the time we started trying again.
I took an unofficial month-long break from dieting over Christmas/New Year’s because I couldn’t handle the stress of it all. I didn’t REALLY get back on track until we met with our RE toward the end of January, and I have truly been working my ass off since then.
Here’s my progress:
November 18th – First weigh-in
December 16th – 11.9 lbs lost
January 20th – 12.3 lbs lost
February 17th – 19.6 lbs lost
March 17th – 29.5 lbs lost
I consider myself agnostic, but Catch was raised Catholic. Our differing belief has never been a huge issue. I know that neither of us can really understand where the other is coming from, but we acknowledge this difference between us and treat it with respect.
Last night, we had dinner out on our back patio for the first time this year. I spent the day cleaning up the yard and it was such a nice place to be in the early evening. When we sat down at the table and Catch asked if she could say something, I prepared to raise my water glass for a toast, but she made the sign of the cross. I folded my hands and tried to ignore the way my body involuntarily tensed up. I can’t recall her exact words, but the sentiment was, “Thank you.”
Thank you for everything we have. We know we have a lot. There’s just one more thing…
It suited us. She talked to god. I threw the sentiment out to the universe.
So, I’ve met (and exceeded) my goal. The same goal the RE set for me in January. We’ve picked a new donor from a different cryobank (also at the request of the RE). The financial end of things has been addressed, and our savings account is ready. I’ve had all of the requested lab work done.
There is nothing left to do but wait. In the meantime, I’m going to keep working my ass off and Catch is going to keep praying to Saint Anne. We make a good team. No matter how the next few months pan out, I am so incredibly grateful to have her on my side.