Sunday, April 10, 2011
i had to get weighed when i was at the doctor's last week.
when i saw the number that popped onto the digital screen, i almost fainted.
not gonna lie.
now, if i'm truly being honest, it's only about 5 (ish) pounds up from before i had cash.
when i was nursing, i lost quite a bit of weight, getting down to less than i had started out as, but the moment i stopped, the pounds found me again. (dammit.)
after seeing that number, part of me wants to start working out.
then i spend an afternoon carrying a squirming, thrashing 40 pound toddler the entire length of our quarter mile driveway (not unlike trying to wrestle a buffalo in mud) and think that i'm not in such bad shape.
granted, i spent the rest of the evening on the couch, barely able to move.
but that's not the point.
also, i should probably stop eating so many cadbury mini eggs (confession #2: i've bought, like....a dozen bags this year. SHAME.)
but i'm pretty sure that's not going to happen :]