I was so excited when I was back down to within 5 pounds of my pre-pregnancy weight a few weeks after Carter was born. I was thinking this losing weight thing may not be as hard as I expected… Then I hit a plateau. It was like 5 pounds was the magic number. I was building up my running and exercising, no change in weight. I was eating healthier, still no change in weight. I gave in to the realization that this 5 pounds may stick around for a while. If for no reason other than to remind me, hey you just had a baby! Like I could forget.
This past week I stepped on the scale and my heart skipped a beat. Could it really be? Was it true? It may have taken nearly 3 months, but I finally did it. I lost another pound! I didn’t believe it so I stepped back on the scale. The numbers still showed I was within 4 pounds of my pre-pregnancy weight. This must be a fluke. The scale has to be messed up, it can’t be true. In disbelief I weighed myself again the next day. Still the same! I couldn’t believe it, another pound gone!
Now I’m starting to think my original goal to be back to my pre-pregnancy weight by this summer may actually be achievable. I was starting to believe it was a far off dream. I made a deal with Ty (actually with myself, but told Ty to hold me accountable) that if I’m back down to my pre-pregnancy weight by summer I get to buy a new swimsuit. Which for all the poor other souls out at the pool or wherever I will be wearing it, let’s hope I can pull this off because I’m not sure I can fit into any of my bikini tops without causing embarrassment to myself and anyone within my vicinity.
I lost 1 pound in almost 3 months, now here’s to losing 4 more in the next 2 months. Let’s see if it’s doable!
|My sweet boy loves to run!|
I can’t leave you without sharing a cute Carter story! Today on our run Carter was awake the entire time, unusual for him now that he’s going to daycare (he doesn’t nap as well there). When I would talk to him he would look up at me and smile. He knows the way to his mommy’s heart! We ran over a really bumpy section of the trail and he bounced around quite a bit. He broke out into a giant open-mouthed grin that I call his “trying to laugh” grin. I could just picture him a month down the road just giggling as he was jostled up and down. Man, I love my happy, smiley boy! I think we may have a future roller coaster enthusiast on our hands!
|But mommy, why do we have to stop?|
And just because it’s too cute to keep to myself, Carter with his Sophie the Giraffe.