I can’t say how many pounds because I’m afraid to weigh myself.  But judging from the bulge of my mommy gut, I’ve gained at least two pounds in the past 3 weeks. 

Part of the problem is that I’m still eating like I’m breastfeeding.  My appetite has definitely decreased and I’ve noticed it.  But some days, that chocolate milkshake I could get away with before just calls my name.  Again.  And again.  And again.  Until finally, I just give in and run through McD’s drive through and get one.

So part of the new plan is to be more conscious of my cravings and when they occur.  I can tell you already a lot of it is work stress related.  Second part of the plan is to GO TO YOGA MORE.  DH just sits back and listens to me drone on and then gives me that look.  The one that says, “Yeah, yeah.  We’ve heard this before.”

Doesn’t he understand that attitude doesn’t help my efforts?!  To be fair though, he kinda forced me to go this past weekend.  And I dreaded every minute of it.  I have to get my body used to that torture again and my mind to just SHUT UP in class.  If I can get to where I was prior to Monkey being born, I think I’ll be able to sustain it.  It’s the getting to that point that’s difficult.

What is it about giving birth to a child that makes you just not care about fitness or looking good anymore?  I mean, I have done better in recent months since going into the office on my working days.  At one point, when I was doing all of my work from home, I had degraded into a What Not to Wear episode.  But still, I find it not necessary to put make-up on everyday now or iron clothes or get fit.  I almost feel entitled to “let myself go”.

Maybe it’s just about attitude.  Or maybe, I just need a swift kick in the ass.