This morning, I weighed in at 183.4. While this is a great improvement over 204 (my bringing-home-baby weight, which is just depressing to admit to) it's a far cry from where I want and even need to be.
I have discovered 2 important elements to continued weight loss. One, losing half a pound does NOT mean that I am allowed to eat 17 cookies. Nuh uh. Pigging out is not allowed, although I'm a firm believer that there ought to be moderation in all things. 3 cookies is ok, 23 is not. Two, occasional exercise, when combined with the calorie-consuming powerhouse that is a breastfed infant, is a wonderful thing.
After Darius was born, I plateaued at 170 because of the cookie trap. Never again!
So. Minimum goal- 155. Goal of Awesome- 135 (which I haven't weighed since I was like, 10). Git er done!!
HA! 183.4 is EXACTLY what I saw on the scale when I weighed myself... yesterday? Or the day before. Who knows. I recommend myfitnesspal.com for calorie tracking, if you're into such things. Then we can be friends. Because otherwise, we're not friends.
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