Sunday, February 1, 2009

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.


Kate Bailey said...

Ugh, it comes on out of nowhere, doesn't it?! I still have like 8 pounds to lose from Hannah, but I've decided that I don't care until I'm done nursing her. Then I'll try to lose it. Sometimes I care, but other days I just enjoy adding another Oreo to my sundae. :)