I just want this baby weight to melt away. Today would be good. Right now while I sit on this couch with coffee and some graham crackers would be great. I am sick of the donut of fat that surrounds my waist. I am sick of my hips stretched too far to fit in most of my old jeans. (2 pairs fit great, but I still have a fat donut to contend with). I am sick of the Bio Oil I have to smear on my sagged out skin (and I have started buying it at Costco, which is a super bummer). I have worked out everyday but one since we bought the elliptical, but I am so. hungry. all. the. time. And sometimes? It is not a fresh fruit and veggies kind of hunger, you know? I still walk Harry to school in dumpy work out clothes everyday, but at least I come home and get dressed in actual clothes, too. And I am wearing the workout clothes because, you know, I have actually come from working out, not because elastic is the only waist band I can stomach. I think I need to go to Lululemon and upgrade my workout clothes because I totally look like that mom in the morning, especially since I am growing out my bangs and sporting lots of bobby pins , or I need to get up early enough to work out and get dressed before I go to Harry's school. The second option? Not happening as long as I spend the hours between 3 and whenever the big kids wake up snuggling with the most snuggly baby in the word.
It's his fault that I am so fat, you know. But I think I can forgive him.