Let's talk about my extensive el-bee collection

El-bees. A nicer way of saying POUNDS. <sigh> The time has come. My scale is no longer sliding counterclockwise at a delightfully rapid pace. Apparently that fudge was stickier than I thought because my hips? They are holding onto it like there's no tomorrow. With Sam, I got back to my pre-pregnancy weight fairly quickly (although that was not necessarily a number to be too proud of). It seemed like the pounds slid right off following his birth. Continuing with the pumping only helped more. But this go-round I seem to have stalled out already. (I know Mom, I KNOW, nine months to put it on, nine months to take it off. You are sitting on my shoulder as I write this.)

Some people make resolutions at the start of the new year. Something about the first of the year being inspiring and turning over a new leaf and crap like that. You wanna know what's inspiring? Putting your maternity clothes away, getting your "regular" clothes back out, and finding that NOTHING FITS. Surprisingly enough, I am actually getting quite tired of my yoga-pants-Steve's-tshirt uniform, and I would just love to fit back into some of my old clothes. Or! Crazy idea! Buy a few new clothes! I refuse to buy anything to fit this size. That would only provide more incentive for me to stay here. Although I DO have one pair of "fat jeans" that I bought right after having Sam. (It was coming up on wintertime and I needed something to cover my bottom half so everyone in the greater Richmond area was not assaulted by my thighs.) But ya know what? Those gigantic things don't even fit me right now. <SOB> And not that I would wear them anyways what with it turning a thousand degrees here overnight and my propensity to sweat through anything that isn't mesh. So nothing can light a fire under me like the thought of wearing SHORTS. And TANK TOPS. And dresses that don't have the term MATERNITY associated with them. And I won't even get into SWIMSUITS. Gack. The clothing- while definitely vain, it is a motivator. And vanity be damned- I JUST WANT MY BODY BACK.

So while I've already lost 25lbs, there is still a looooooooooooong way to go. You might think 25lbs sounds impressive. And it sort of does- IF you don't see what my current weight is and IF you don't add up what I should have already lost . But when you see where we need to go from here, you would laugh so hard you'd soon have yourself a set of six-pack abs.

According to the CDC and their nifty (albeit thoroughly depressing) BMI calculator, I am overweight. Not yet obese, but had Molly come a few days later and I had consumed a little more fudge, we might be talking about that. (SCARY, right?) My BMI is not where it should be. My body is not where it should be. I seriously slacked in the working-out department while pregnant with Molly. I ate far too much fudge. I didn't drink as much water as I should have.

I can now state loud and proud that I drink more water per day than your average camel, I have eaten more salads than I ever dreamed possible, and I started the Couch-To-5k program last week. This is A Big Deal, y'all. I am also getting in a little resistance training as I am pushing 75lbs of stroller, carseat, and babies during these "runs." I'm hoping that once I complete the C25K program and go jogging without a stroller, I will run a four minute mile or something incredible like that. As of right now though, it is PAINFUL. It is UGLY. It is SWEATY. God only knows how much those things will exponentially increase once it gets hotter outside. BUT (and this is a major but), I feel so GOOD after I complete one of the sessions. My mood is better (ask Steve!), my muscles actually feel useful again, and I get the bonus of an extra shower.

So to recap:
Motivators- my vanity, clothes fitting, scale numbers, feeling good in my skin again
This doesn't hurt either.

We finally got a new scale (after our old one would tell me I lost 13lbs in 4 seconds- as much as I love it's ability to suck up, I need something a little more accurate) and after opening it up in the kitchen and having Sam play around on it, I guess we got kinda lazy and never moved it to the bathroom. I think it's a pretty effective place to keep a scale.

Also, I'm nowhere near brave enough to tell you how much I currently weigh, or even my goal weight, but I set up a new tab to keep track of how much I have left to lose. Go click on that to feel better about yourself or to have a good laugh. I'll try to update weekly.

And if you made it to the end, here is a cute Molly picture as your reward.