I discovered something a little eerie. When the Joyful One was three months old, I weighed 180 lbs. Now the Radiant Babe is three months old (well, she will be in a week), I weigh 183 lbs. That's only interesting because I delivered this baby weighing three pounds more than I did number three.
What does that say to me? Well, mostly that, even though I'm not a fan of this (painfully) slow weight loss thing, I'm probably exactly where I'm supposed to be. And maybe, just maybe, it means that things will pick up like they did last time around.
This two-week period was tough for a great many reasons. Counseling is hard. It's almost Christmas. I haven't been to the gym as much as I'd like. My estranged father contacted me. In short, I'm all over the place emotionally. Oh, and I've been sick for about four days. Needless to say, it's been difficult.
That said, no more dawdling:
Current weight: 183.0 pounds
Change in pounds: -0.2 pounds
One very interesting thing is that I'm fitting into size 14 jeans, whereas last time it took me until the baby was five months old. Apparently I carry a great deal more muscle mass this time around. Yay!
Merry Christmas, everyone!