Oh, no… wait. I can’t even get into my jeans.
That’s right. I’ve made absolutely no progress on my weight. The last article about this I admitted to being at 175. Thanks to the holidays and Girl Scouts, I’m now at 180. And hardly anything fits any more.
I still have two hopes:
1- That this has all been simply because of the pregnancy and not because of a metabolism slow-down. If so, I should be able to get the pounds off and keep them off with little effort like it was before.
2- That the time change this coming weekend will allow us to begin walking every night again.
If you have any tips, suggestions, or encouragement, please send it my way!
PS- Here’s a cute photo of Evan (chubby cheeks and fat rolls look good on him).
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