Oy. That was a bad idea.
I've been complaining that nothing fits for a few weeks. Usually in the morning, as I'm rushing to get ready.
I've been avoiding the scale, too.
That ends as of tonight. So does my soda habit, my fast-food habit, and my sitting on my tail all day at work habit.
I was 117 before my last pregnancy. I won't admit where I topped out at, but as recently as July I was at 120. And happy. Outfits fit.
Not anymore. I'm at 136, which I know to many of you sounds like heaven, but is about 20 pounds over where my ob and I agreed I should end up.
Eeep. Happy Thanksgiving. Pass the veggies. Hold the mashed potatoes and stuffing. Hello Weight Watchers.