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I discovered something rather key about my weight recently.

since I'm pregnant and weigh myself every time I'm at the midwives office, I've been able to keep track of it particularly well. this is especially true because I'm not on my regular menstrual cycle, and don't have monthly fluctuations.

I've been steadily gaining the appropriate amount each month, with one exception... before my week at the cottage, I had an appointment and weighed myself. then, I went to the cottage, ate homemade chocolate cookies every day, homemade salsa and chips every day, and ice cream a few times. when I got back, I had another midwife appointment, and instead of gaining the expected 1 pound, I'd gained 4. I have no doubt that my permissive week of eating accounted for those 3 extra pounds. and while 3 pounds is not a huge amount, if I ate like that every week, or even once a month, I would eventually start to really pack on the pounds.

so I'm going to remember this for when I'm not pregnant again. after I pop-out this particular baby, my baby-making days will be done, so it will be time to consistently control my weight instead of yo-yo-ing, the way I have over the last 15 years. fifteen years. that is a long time. my entire adulthood.