Only four weeks to go, and by the comments (or lack thereof) y’all are as over this junk as I am. But, I am going to see it through. I know at this point I am not going to make my 35 pound goal, but I am hoping I can get half way there at least.
Despite a macaroon fest brought on by sweet Pete, I am down 12 pounds this week!
Which feels pretty good.
And I feel more like myself, event though I know “myself” means something very different now that I have a baby.
Non-Superficial Thought: It has been really hard for me to adjust not only to my new bigger bod, but also it has been really super hard for me to accept all of the scars. I don’t want to give y’all too hot a visual at work on a Friday, but I ended up with a whole lot of crazy stretch tear scars in the last few weeks of the pregnancy because the tumor was making the fluid, and my tummy, grow exponentially. And I know you are probably thinking, that is an extremely superficial concern. But for real, on a deep level, the scarring thing has been traumatic for me. Or really, maybe, they are the physical reminder of the traumatic thing we went through, but either way when I think about them or look at them I get really emotional and I am trying to deal with that. And learn to accept them. And maybe try to see them as beauty marks like one cheesy sauce self help thing I read suggested.
Super Superficial Thought: I am still thinking I need to cut my hair. A lot of you asked in that picture I used in the David Beckham post how I maintain my long locks with a baby constantly trying to scalp me using the surprising strength in her teensy arms, and really I don’t. She yanks it out all day, so it usually just ends up in a pony, and ultra long hair in a pony just looks ratty.
So I am thinking about doing locks of love, chop suey off like 10 inches, and go for the Reese?
On any of the words I put up today?
I know a lot of y’all have decided that commenting isn’t cool.
But you are wrong! Commenting is the COOLEST!!!!