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Banishing the Baby Belly: Week 3

This week…was not a stellar week. Not only did I eat out several times, I also neglected to exercise. At all. Why? No good reason. Lots of excuses, but no good reasons.

I was in a bad mood.

Had lots of work to do.

Was just plain tired.

And now I’m sick.

Like I said, no good excuses. As a result, I lost a disappointing .2 pounds. Which is better than a gain, but not much better. This week, though, will be a better week. It has to be. At least this cold of mine is taking my appetite away…no temptation to overeat this weekend (we’ll call that the silver lining).

So. My challenge for this week. I think, given my current energy level, I’ll keep it simple. I challenge myself to exercise at least three times, even if that only means walking along with Leslie Sansone. I’m also going to continue to scour the Internet for a treadmill—somewhere, someone has to have a decent one to sell, right? Because full-price, fresh-from-the-store treadmills are not in the budget.

Maybe my second challenge should be to play the lottery at least once.  Someone has to win, right?

Anyway, that’s all for me. How did you guys do?

Banishing the Baby Belly: Week 2

Well, here we are. One full week into the Banishing the Baby Belly challenge. How did you guys do?

I did…surprisingly well. Somehow, I managed to lose 1.6 pounds. Which, granted, isn’t a huge loss, but given the fact that I’ve been PMSing up a storm, ate more than my share of brownies and belatedly learned that a ham salad sandwich from Honey Baked Ham was good for almost 20 (!!!) points, I’ll take it.

I’m pretty sure it was the exercise that made the difference. I managed to move my bones four times this week (which is four times more than they’ve moved in the last two months). And that, I’ve always found, melts the pounds away faster than anything else.

This week’s challenge? To make good on my promise to actually go. to. the. gym. It’s not that hard, I know. But somehow? It is.

That’s it for me. Your turn!

Banishing the Baby Belly: Week One.

For the last five and a half months, I’ve been doing nothing but making excuses for my slightly less than sexy post-pregnancy bod. Excuses like,  I just had a baby. My body’s still trying to recover. Plus, I’m tired. And stressed. I don’t have time to brush my hair, let alone exercise. And my perennial favorite: I’m focusing on my baby right now. Who cares what I look like?

I care, that’s who. Although he’d never admit it, I’m pretty sure my husband does to. After all, he’s the one who has to look at me (I know, honey, you think I’m hot no matter how heavy I am, blah, blah, blah).

But you know what? That’s not even the point. The point is that I don’t feel good at this weight. I don’t have as much energy, or as much stamina, as I should. I’m certainly not doing my heart any favors.

And that little girl? The one I’ve been focusing on 100 percent? Needs a mommy who’s a good role model. One who’s healthy, and fit, and able to keep up with her. One who’s proud of her body, and can teach her to feel good about herself – by providing a good example.

So, I’m done, Internet. Done making excuses. Starting today, I’m getting down to business. I’m going to start taking my Weight Watchers Online membership seriously. Exercising at least three days a week. And  re-developing the healthy habits that help make me feel comfortable in my own skin.

I owe it to myself. And to the baby girl who gave me this belly in the first place.

And, because I can’t seem to do anything privately anymore (is blogging an addiction?), I’m going to share the journey with all of you.

I’m not telling you how much I weigh – I’m not feeling that brave. Suffice it to say that I weigh more than my husband does (cringe). And my measurements? Okay, I’m not feeling that brave either. Maybe I’ll share those in a couple months – when they’re slightly less scary.

Instead, I’m starting another blog, called Banishing the Baby Belly. That’s where I’ll write about my successes, challenges, and share inspiration (when I find it). And each Saturday, I’ll  let you know how much I’ve lost (both here and there).

If anybody out there wants to join in, I’d be happy to have you. I’m a firm believer that misery shared is slightly less painful than misery borne alone.

So…here we go. Wish me luck.

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