Please forgive this post if this isn't the kind of thing you care to read. (But come on, if you've stuck it out through Butthole Therapists and Bladder Spasms then clearly you have an amazing tolerance level.)
Yesterday I hit my post-baby weight loss goal. Since January I've lost 22 pounds. And I kind of can't believe it happened. I did something that required self-control! About food! Which is not something I am known for!!
After the Dark Lord was born, I got back down in the pre-baby-ish neighborhood without too much effort. But then I think my metabolism decided to stop enabling my bad habits. (Oh, 30s. Between the crapped-out metabolism, back pains, and white hair and also white eyebrows I'm not even kidding, you are such a gem.)
So by the time I got pregnant with Loki, I was already at least 10 pounds overweight. And then during the pregnancy those 10 pounds each found a friend and that's what I was left to work with.
I lost the first 10 pounds tracking my calories with the My Fitness Pal app, but then I just hit a wall and wasn't making any progress.
I read about the Fast Metabolism Diet, checked out the book from the library, and started it last month. That's how the next 12 pounds came off, and I really recommend it if anyone's interested.
You eat lots of food, but you cut out sugar, wheat flour, dairy, corn, and drink a crapload of water. (And then when you break and eat
Ready for pictures because that's the kind of post this is?
I feel great, not only because it's really nice to be able to wear all my clothes again, but because my body just feels good with all this actual good real food in it. Here's hoping I can remember that feeling so it can help me curb my, ahem, tendencies moving forward.
Ok. Thanks for bearing with me. Y'all are the best!