It is that time again. I am going to complain about my fat ass. Gah. When I was pregnant with Guppy, I worried endlessly about my weight. I just didn't want to have a ton of weight to lose afterward. Regardless of my worrying, I still gained about 40 pounds (which, oddly enough, is the same amount I gained with my other two pregnancies).
At first the pounds were coming off quickly, but then something happened. Guppy wasn't sleeping. I was stressed out and severely sleep deprived. So, I ate some food. And it tasted great! I am definitely a stress eater. I know this about myself, but I just can't stop. As expected, I gained some weight. And for a long time, I didn't want to talk or think about it too much.
But now? My baby is a toddler, I am not sleep deprived, and sadly, none of my clothes fit anymore. It is depressing, and I am ready for a change. I've decided that I am going to start small. I am getting rid of soda first. I have been drinking Coca Cola like there is no tomorrow. Hello empty calories. Next up, I am going to tackle my ice cream addiction. Really, it is a miracle that I am not 500 pounds.