Since I started my totally awesome weight loss adventure three weeks ago, I have lost 8 pounds, and I would be more excited about it if I hadn't lost 5 the first week, 1.5 the second week, and 1.5 the third week. I just wanted to pull a bigger number these past 2 weeks (to borrow a turn of phrase from the Biggest Loser).
BUT, I am 2 pounds away from my pre-Jack weight, which is cause for celebration. Only 14-and-a-half months post partum, which means my celebration will be limited to sugar-free fudgesicles because damn! It took me a long time to shed these pounds, and I am not going to screw it up. This week.
In wardrobe casualty news, the shorts I wore to Harry's birthday party are way too big. Can't wait to buy smaller ones, except that the smaller one are too small. Gaucho pants, where are you when I need you?
I am still finding it really hard to resist pigging out while I clean up dinner. Those half-eaten Milano cookies coated with catsup are just too tempting. Anybody have any tips for stopping the post-dinner scavenge? So far the 40-calorie fudgesicle is my best weapon, but it's hard to eat while wiping trays and sponging floors. Maybe I should start smoking again.
Harry and Jack were like totally excited about my shrinking thighs, so they engaged in a celebratory wrestling match:
Okay, so look at this:
and then remember this from last year:
Check out the hair pulling-- yikes
He's young, but he's scrappy
Then Jack bit Harry, and I had to put down the camera and, you know, parent. Such a drag.