The Biggest Loser

Last night the season premiere of the Biggest Loser came on tv. I love this show. Back in my non-trying to conceive days I used to do triathlons. I used to run. Often. So for some reason this show really gets to me. I think it’s that with the right help, people can really lose a lot of weight, and watching their self confidence go from 0-10 in a matter of weeks is amazing to me. I really cheer them on from my little living room every week.

I thought after this failed cycle, we’d be able to do IVF right away this month. I started my birth control, and then called the IVF nurse about “my dates,” meaning when to start certain medications and when the retrieval and transfer will be. I spoke to the nurse yesterday and she about fell out of her chair when I told her I started the birth control pills. She said since I was technically pregnant (my beta was 16), that we have to wait another month/cycle. I took the news about as good as if someone told me my dog was dying. One month is nothing to mere mortals, but to those trying to conceive, for over 2 years now, it feels like another year. Once again, I felt like the biggest loser.

So after some moping on the couch after work, I asked Kevin to pick me up some chocolate peanut butter ice cream on his way home from work. He did, :) and it was delicious. I started watching The Biggest Loser and decided I can either mope around for this month, or do something. I am still 8lbs fatter after the pregnancy and doing more IVF cycles than any person should go through. I decided this month I’d focus on losing that extra bit of weight. Then when I DO get pregnant (see how positive I am?) my weight will not be starting from some astronomical number. So today was day #1 of “project skinny jeans.”

After feeling like the biggest loser yesterday, I hope to actually be one in the next few weeks.