I know - I DO, I SWEAR - that I just had a baby three weeks ago (today). But I still feel like a total cow. I can't help it. I gained twice as much weight as I wanted to during this pregnancy (42 pounds!) and now I'm suffering for it. Why couldn't I just stop stuffing my piehole BEFORE!?!?
So. This morning I weighed 194.5 pounds. And as horrific as it sounds - at least that number starts with a 1 and not a 2! I have 20 pounds to lose to get back to my starting weight plus 15 more to get to a "healthy" weight of 160 pounds (I'm 5'7.5"). At this point, I'll just be happy if my old size 14s ever fit me again. Unlike most people who torture themselves about returning to their pre-baby bodies, I'm at least realistic in my expectations. I'll never be a single digit size and I'm totally okay with that. I've not once believed the myth that size equals beauty.
But still! I'm never going to lose these twenty pounds if I don't stop eating so goddamn much. Guess what? Graham crackers don't have any milk in them! Which, according to my stupid ass brain means it's TOTALLY OKAY to sit down and eat an entire package of them (not the whole box, mind you, but a third of it!). Go me!