Tuesday, October 8, 2013

Elastic pants or meth

I've decided that these are my two options. I was trucking along on the baby weight and had gotten to within 15 pounds of my goal (side note, I lost NO weight after Avery was born. Not even her 7 pounds. WTF?) Then I decided to buy a freaking house and gained five back. Still, I was pretty zen about it, figuring I'd drop more when I stopped nursing and started running more. And yet, nope. In fact, I've gained two pounds and developed an insane cookie craving. I am seriously two weeks away from joking WW. Or a drug ring.

Has anyone had this experience? After Avery, my body is all screwed up. I've developed allergies, my skin is wacko, and I can't eat bread anymore. And not that it was easy to lose the weight before, but now it almost seems like a counter effort (diet = weight gain).

So if you see me in a back alley, offer me a cookie and some stretchy pants, for the sake of the children.


  1. This comment has been removed by the author.

  2. Hey! That sounds like me after my third! Although, in my case, two years later I found out I had celiac disease. Now that I've got that under control -- I still look 5 months pregnant. I'm ready to join WW (says the girl currently chowing down an entire box of Hot Tamales candy while the kid takes a bath).