Technically, this is my 5th weigh in.
But it's OFFICIALLY the end of my 4th week of dieting.
And let me tell you something, a month has brought me a LOOOOONG way.
Admittedly, the first week was a struggle.
But then again, I went from eating whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted it
(breastfeeding turns me into Animal from the Muppet Babies)
To eating a reasonable amount of HEALTHY food every day.
That would be a shock to anyone's system.
And I've upped my game on the exercise scene.
Jillian has once again entered into my life with all her talky-talkiness and butt-busting moves.
And little by little, I'm seeing change.
Improvement.
Strength.
Even if my midsection has more wobble than Granny's pineapple jello mold.
As a general recap, this is how I started out.
Weighing in at 179.
And today, at the end of week 4, this is where we are at:
Weighing in at:
That's 5.6 lbs in 4 weeks.
Nothing amazing, but still an average of 1.4 lbs per week.
I'm not down a dress size yet, but soon.
I can feel it.
I believe it.
According to one of my nursing friends, I should start to notice it pick up soon as it takes a good month for your body to adjust to the new regimen before it will start shedding the pounds.
I know.
Laugh.
But you can't blame a girl for hoping.
It's a journey, I know that by now.
No one ever gets there if they don't start SOMEWHERE.
In said picture, I've been up since 5:30 am and it's raining so my naturally curly hair is especially Dolly Parton-ish.
Baby girl is on my lap in a pretty little blue dress and wearing a ginormous blue bow on her head. The kind of bow that Madonna was always looking for when styling her videos in the 80's.
Big. And bold.
Next to me sits Techy.
Who stayed up too late last night because police chase video shows are clearly as addictive as Lay's potato chips.
On his lap is a very hyper Little Man.
Apparently, the rain affects him the same way that eating after midnight affects gremlins.
Full on craziness ensues.
And we're in church.
Early.
Waiting for baby dedication Sunday to start.
All of us parents/babies are ushered into a special holding room prior to the big event.
Initially, it's just us and one other couple.
Then, the babies start pouring in.
Err, I should say families...Families start pouring in.
Apparently at this church there is a no child left behind policy when it comes to baby dedication.
Sure Little Man is with us now, but there is absolutely no way we are taking that child on stage with us to shout, "I go pee pee in da potty, mommy" to the whole church!
He's only here until the nursery worker for his room shows.
Anyway, back to the families...
While families start rolling through the door, I begin to notice a distinct pattern.
They are all in white.
As in christening dress white.
Which would have been a nice idea, I guess, since this is as close as we Baptists get to a christening....
But for some reason it never occurred to me.
And as if that isn't bad enough, many families color coordinated.
As in siblings were also in white.
And, yes, even a couple moms.
The moment of realization was like a cold slap in the face.
In a few moments, we're going on stage in front of 1,000 people and my baby is one of the only ones not in white.
For those of you who have been reading my blog for a while, you'll understand.
For those of you who haven't, (or may have forgotten about every single one of my innermost hearts desires-shame on you-I thought we were friends! wink!) you can catch up here.
But any hoo, with a little searching and a little drilling and screwing (that's what she said) all our at least one of my dreams have come true.
I officially have an under the counter mounted paper towel holder that doesn't look like I could break it with my bare hands.