We survived.<\/p>\n
Thanks to the constant attention of my mom, we survived our Week Without Daddy. Actually, I have to thank my MIL too, for giving me a break on Monday to go to my Weight Watchers meeting.<\/p>\n
That’s right, I’m back on the wagon. After eating anything and everything I wanted during my pregnancy with Elliott, I’m now suffering the consequences. Nothing fits. And I have been refusing to wear my maternity clothes since two weeks post-partum. That means that I have approximately two pair of jeans (one that is Tim’s and one that is super-tight), one super-uncomfortable pair of chino shorts (that are also a wee short for these chubby thighs) and nothing that is nice enough to wear to church. So my wardrobe has been rather limited, you might say.<\/p>\n
Last week was my second meeting at Weight Watchers. In six days, I lost only a pound and a half. I was disappointed, because usually the first week is a big loss. Since I get so many blasted Points<\/a> for nursing Elliott, though, I felt like I was eating a ton! I was eating a ton, to tell the truth. Plus, all those extra points were not being used on healthy stuff, I must admit. So I suppose that it’s no big surprise that I didn’t lose a lot.<\/p>\n This week wasn’t the best either, since Mom was (try though she might) cooking for company (us) and not making the most low-fat of meals. She pulled out all the stops with an unbelievably yummy caramel apple pie. With ice cream. I’m totally drooling now. It was so fabulous, I consider it a small miracle that I only ate two slices…<\/p>\n Plus, no exercise.<\/p>\n I suck.<\/p>\n This week will be better. I can feel it.<\/p>\n For instance, right now, I am sitting in a St. Louis Bread Co. sipping a non-fat iced vanilla latte (5 points) with no pastry. Sure, the bakery is way picked over, but I’m pretty dang proud of myself right now.<\/p>\n Of course, I did just go shopping. And while I still fit in Misses sizes (just barely), I cannot wait to get this belly back under control. Very motivating. I should shop more often.<\/p>\n The fabulous shoes I found? Fit like a glove. I love shoes.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" We survived. Thanks to the constant attention of my mom, we survived our Week Without Daddy. Actually, I have to thank my MIL too, for giving me a break on Monday to go to my Weight Watchers meeting. That’s right, I’m back on the wagon. After eating anything and everything I wanted during my pregnancy … <\/p>\n