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.
Even if my midsection has more wobble than Granny's pineapple jello mold.
As a general recap, this is how I started out.
And today, at the end of week 4, this is where we are at:
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.
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.
This isn't the Biggest Loser gym.
This is my living room.
With 2 babies.
But I refuse to get discouraged.
Because 1.4 lbs a week will still get me there.
After all, "it's not a race, it's a marathon"