OOPS I Did It Again...

When I was pregnant with Ben I admittedly ate like a cow and gained a fifth grader in addition to my newborn. I was in denial about this weight gain until I had to face the truth in the mirror and the 8 inch gap between the button on my jeans and the hole on the other side...

I tried really hard to maintain a healthy weight this pregnancy and was doing really well UNTIL my third trimester coincided unfortunately with the holiday season...starting with Halloween...thanksgiving...Christmas...New Years... and various parties, and cookie exchanges in between where pregnancy and people feeding you copious amounts of food despite your weak refusal go hand in hand.

I got fat again...

I know this for a few reasons;

- My dress boots don't fit. The last place an apple shape like me puts on weight is in the limbs. If my boots only zipper up to mid calf than I know there is a problem.

- "Cankles"- this is when your ankles and your calves are equal size and there is no defined space between them, thus giving you "cankles"...of which I have a chronic case at the moment. The water retention I claimed it was related to seems to have only been fueled by my denial.

-My wedding rings don't fit- they are a size 4...I normally have small fingers so it doesn't take much to turn them into sausage links, a couple of Christmas's party cookie platters took care of that one. This point however is very motivating because I love my rings and feel naked without them so I really want them back on.

-I have more than the single appropriate chin. There are multiple at the moment. I look like a bird most of the time for trying to jut my chin out and reduce the effects...I suspect it probably just makes it worse but I can't help it.

-I bought some new clothes this weekend...in the maternity section...there is nothing worse than being there HOLDING your newborn...expect shopping in the plus size section, where I will NOT be stepping foot so elastic and empire waist it is until I can go to the mall.

-When I am sitting on the ground I can't get up without bracing my myself on one knee first.

-When I get up or sit down on any surface I let out an involuntary groan.

Therefore... I am fat.

But not for long!!!!

6 months. My natural path said it was perfectly acceptable to lose 2.5 pounds a week while nursing...or 10 pounds a month...or 60 pounds in 6 months. Conveniently what I have to lose.

Here my February 8th "BEFORE" picture. I will post another on August 8th- I better be wearing my rings!