November 19th, 2010
Okay, I’m eight weeks post baby and it’s time to get serious about weight loss. For the past two months, I’ve been resting on my laurels — congratulating myself on the achievement of giving birth, not moving from the couch for hours at a time, and eating whatever struck my fancy. The great thing about those early days after childbirth is that you can still lose weight even when you act like that. I’ve shed about 22 of the 30 pounds I gained with Little Bear.
But for the past two weeks, the needle on the scale hasn’t moved. I’ve hit The Plateau. I hit it with Miss Mouse, too, at basically the same point. I got to within 8 pounds of my pre-baby weight…
…and then stayed there. And stayed there. And stayed there. Until I got pregnant again and started gaining. Oops.
I’m vowing to do better this time. I’m at that nasty limbo weight where my maternity clothes are too big and I can’t stand to look at them anymore, but my pre-baby clothes are a bit snug, still. I can wedge into a few pairs of jeans as long as I don’t mind the resulting aggressive muffin top.
But, as it happens, I do mind the muffin top and thus my commitment to shedding those stubborn remaining Little Bear pounds. And a few Miss Mouse pounds if I can manage it! Yesterday, I walked two miles with LB strapped to my chest and I’ve managed to avoid all junk food for the past two days. I think I’m in withdrawal. I have a serious sweet tooth that I’ve allowed to run amok for nearly a year and clamping it down again is going to take some work. (Isn’t it great that I’m embarking on this journey right before the holidays? Arg.)
Wish me luck and send me good vibes. And chocolate cake. Wait, no…