Eight Pounds

Ever since I lost the baby weight from both Max and Jack with Weight Watchers, I have been pretty conscientious in keeping it off. It does seem that I am always battling the last five pounds, but I haven't been much higher than that since I lost 30 pounds almost three years ago. But something happened recently.

I just have stopped caring. More accurately, I have stopped eating well, and have enjoyed eating crap so much, I stopped caring about eating right, and the weight has started going back on. I had a rude awakening the night after eating way too much of Max's Birthday Cake when I got on the scale and I was EIGHT pounds over my ideal weight. EIGHT POUNDS! That's like carrying around a newborn 24/7 in extra weight. And I remember how tired I would get carrying a newborn around when my kids were babies, so I can just imagine what this is doing to me. Needless to say, I'm pretty disgusted with myself.
I was a little hesitant to admit this on my bog for a couple of reasons. I know some people would love to only be eight pounds over their ideal weight, so I don't want to sound like I'm being callous. And I also didn't want to admit it to the world when I am having a hard enough time admitting it to myself. But there you are. I have admitted in front of God, the Internet, and everyone that I have eight pounds to lose. I am hoping this will be enough to get me to stick to eating right. I'll let you know how it goes.