Seriously though. My mom and sister came in town last weekend and then took Anna with them when they left - Mom was going to do Anna-duty all week while Tommy and I gallivanted about town. And gallivant we did.
Our first issue is that we we were out of food and really needed to go to the grocery store. Instead, I ate out for lunch everyday and we went out for dinner (and a few drinks) every night. This, by the way, is not how you lose weight.
By the end of the week, the only thing that remained in our refrigerator was a half-full jar of pickles. And a teething ring. The worst part was that WE WERE ALMOST OUT OF WINE! The horror.
Point of this story is that having a baby makes you fat and not having a baby makes you fat. So, really, you are destined to be fat regardless. Might as well order a Snickers.
So, today at lunch (fridge is fully replenished and I was able to pack my daily PB&J), I forced myself down to the gym for an abs class despite being so exhausted I could barely do a single crunch...nevermind V-ups. Because apparently, not only does being Baby-Free make you fat, it also makes you a party animal and therefore exhausted. I am more tired now than I normally am...but then again, we also partied a little more than we ever did Pre-Baby. I don't think I went out 5 nights a week when I was single and 23. Not sure how I thought this would go down.
|Poppy attempting naptime. With a 10 month old in a swaddle. Success!|
|Eating is the best!|
|Yayy, I love Nana! NOT!|
|Nana lets me do whatever I want!! Food fight!!!|
|She loves this car with a fire-y passion.|
And now I have 10 pounds to lose in 5 weeks...instead of 10 pounds in 10 weeks. The odds are not ever in my favor, but I will do my darndest.