I have had a lot of food aversions, so I just eat whatever I can. Thankfully that is usually lots of fruits.
I have also had trouble exercising. Partly due to pregnancy I think, but mostly due to depression from the miscarriage. In the days following our loss I would go to the gym at the university and be surrounded by these size 4, 18 and 19 year olds and just feel like a fat blob. Even though exercise made me fell better, I quit going to the gym.
Since then I have been walking, I am forced to because I have to park so far from my building, but beyond that I have been sort of lazy. During June and July it was nice enough out that M and I walked regularly at night. Lately though the highs have been in the 90's and it is miserable outside, so we haven't been walking.
When we were at the pet store while my brother was here, I stepped on the scale meant to weigh pets and was shocked by the number I saw. Granted, it was the end of the day, I had just eaten a HUGE lunch, and I was fully dressed, but I really don't want to gain too much weight with this pregnancy. I realized that I need to stay active not only to manage my weight gain, but also for a better labor, delivery, and recovery.
So....last night I went to the gym for the first time since March or April. I had a mini-crisis before going. It took 6 outfits before I found one that worked. Before I left I looked in the mirror and was horrified by how I looked. I actually said out loud, "Don't be hard on yourself Rachel, you are 6 months pregnant."
So I went to the gym for the first time in my life without the goal of trying to lose weight. It was difficult keeping my heart rate low enough and not to pile on the weights and do my former workout, but I did it. I am a little sore today, in the good way. It is so hard to get used to my changing body. I just hope to stay as healthy as possible mentally and physically.
P.S. So far the step down off of zoloft is going well.