Except I’m not. I was, but now I’m not.
You see, I was on my way to losing ye olde baby weight (which I think should be a proper noun, because it’s practically an extra person, right? So it shall be called BabyWeight.), but then I went to my mom & dad’s in Virginia for Easter, and I just stopped. I stopped eating right, and I stopped exercising and I couldn’t quite get back to it when I got home.
So I’ve gained back 2 lbs. Which isn’t that bad, considering the way I’ve been doing the Dew and not doing the Wii Fit, but I am discouraged. Mad at myself, but I still don’t want to get back on that Pilates mat. Because I HATE EXERCISE!!!!
But alas, it’s finally stopped raining and it’s warming up and I have NO capri pants that fit and I’m going to die of heat stroke if I don’t get BabyWeight the heck off of me!
So, for real, I have an Usborne Books party tonight I have to clean house for but tomorrow, TOMORROW for sure it’s time to kick BabyWeight’s fat butt.
And hope I don’t die trying!





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