If I had a full time trainer, a fully equipped gym, a kitchen filled with healthy options, and a group of people sharing the torture, I could lose all the baby weight in just a week or two. Just sayin‘. but since I am not heading to a weight loss camp any time soon, and I don’t think I qualify for either The Biggest Loser or Fat March, I’m going to have to find another way to lose the baby weight.
The day Little L was born I was so proud of the fact that I’d only gained 30lbs. I had visions of dropping pounds right and left and being back in my size 8 clothes in no time. Then the morphine wore off and reality stepped in. I lost a bare 10lbs; the weight of the baby and the amniotic fluid, and everything else is staying firmly put.
I know, I know, she’s only 5 weeks old, give myself a break, the weight will come off, yada, yada, yada. But the fact is that food has never tasted so good and I can’t seem to stop shoveling it into my gaping maw. I’m eating more now than when I was pregnant, and I’m moving a whole lot less. At this rate I’m going to gain another 30lbs rather than lose them.
So next week I’ll be joining my friends at Weight Watchers and I’ll be doing my best to exercise. In the meantime I’m going to enjoy some of the tastier things the world has to offer… and praying for a little willpower. Got any to share?