I Mean It This Time

Nicole and I have started a 5 pound challenge.  Want to join in? 

New Orleans (and all the stress from the past 8 months) have not been kind to me...

Game on wardrobe.  You will fit again.  I promise.  Afterall, I can NOT go to NYC looking like a blob -- if I do that, there's NO WAY I'll get my kids into a decent preschool!  :-P

My Fitness Pal

My brother convinced me to download an app called My Fitness Pal. I've done a fairly good job of tracking my eating and pseudo workouts. And by pseudo I mean -- carrying Wren all over creation, doing jumping jacks with Atticus, running/chasing the kids in a big circle in the living rom... but, whatever I'm doing seems to be working. I'm down ~5 lbs thus far with about 10 more to go. I'm hoping I can drop another 3 or so before I head out to Malibu in a few weeks for Tiffany's wedding. Buh buy baby weight... it's been fun eating everything in sight for the past few years, but it's time to go!

If you're on My Fitness Pal, let me know -- I'll add you to my list which right now is just my brother and my Dad. :) Always easier to do well when you're accountable to someone!

Accountability

Eeeek. Now that the "nursing diet" is slowed to pretty much a halt --- and I'm a few years older than I was last time I found myself in this situation, I've had a sad realization. I can no longer eat the way I have been over the past several years and maintain my girly figure. :) After Atticus was born, I lost the baby weight and an additional 10-15 pounds. That was AWESOME. So, my goal is to now return to said weight and fit back into the new fancy clothes I purchased when I was at said weight.

In order to do this - I need to hold myself accountable for what I eat and how much I exercise. What better way to do this than to announce to my family and friends (who really don't care) my daily diary. I actually should just keep a diary/log -- but since this handy dandy blog already exists, I'm going to start here. Exciting for you all I know.

So -- here goes. I'll let you know tomorrow how it went today. Does that make any sense? Oy. Here's to fitting back into the clothes I purchased in NYC...