On the day I gave birth to Foxy, I weighed in at an astounding 227 pounds. An astronomical number, to be sure, and the highest I had ever made a scale strain. The only reason I didn’t hurl myself off a bridge was knowing that most of that extra weight was comprised of baby and placenta. Sure enough, eight days after delivering I was back in most of my prepregnancy clothes.
Today I am back down to my prepregnancy weight, give or take 3 or 4 pounds, but I am still feeling large and in charge. My body is a different shape than it was before getting pregnant. I was always a shapely gal, but now I’m just…big.
I’ve decided to lose some weight. I have an ultimate number in my head, but I’m starting with just ten pounds. Ten pounds will slim my face down. Ten pounds will put me in a better frame of mind. Ten pounds will be the catalyst for losing more weight!
Disco Diva and I are going to buddy up and do Weight Watchers.
Note to Weight Watchers: Your marketing campaign worked. We are brainwashed. Now please ease up on the commercials.
We have a friend that has been doing it since early December and has lost 12 pounds. I would be totally happy with those results. In addition to the idea of losing weight, Disco Diva is certain she will become a better singer. I am convinced I will become more statuesque and have long flowing hair.
So wish us luck! We are determined to be fine by spring time. Or at least a little bit lighter.
Have you done Weight Watchers? Any tips for success?