So the whole point of this blog was to keep me in check, to move on purpose, to get back into shape. I was so pumped about going to the doctor today for Owen's 4 month appointment to weigh myself... seriously, how many times in your life have you been pumped to weigh yourself?! So I get there and they go to weigh Owen (who is a heafty 17lb 6oz) and I step out of my flip flops (cause you know they may add a pound!) and get on the scale ready to see 165 blink before my eyes - but no...
172
Seriously? I was 170 (171 according to nurse lady) when I started this blog... and maybe I haven't worked out EVERY day, but I have worked out at least 4 times a week, which is normal and good and should do something like DENT my blubber!
But nooooooooooooooooooo.
No, instead I gain a pound or two depending on who you are talking to.
Needless to say I'm a little frustrated. Maybe I need to seriously start watching what I eat? (But how fun is that?!) I like good food and I don't eat large portions, so why do I need to count calories? That just seems way to involved for me.
So I will march on... and hope, hope, hope that the next time I step on a scale there's a 16-something. I don't even care if it's 169, as long as I leave the dang one seventies!
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