So since our darling little bundle of joy was born I have been occasionally stepping on the scale to see how much weight I need to loose to be back to my pre-baby, pre- eating lots of chocolate at every meal and inbetween, pre- my bootie is so big I need hazard lights when i walk, self. It has been something on my mind since I stepped out of the hospital after having Hailey ive thought, "kay i gotta loose weight, put down the yumminess and start eating carrots." And so with the new year the resolution to thin has begun. Ive been drinking lots of water which results in excessive visits to the ladies room, eating more fruits and vegetables than i thought were humanly possible and running from chocolate whenever possible-okay maybe just jogging or walking quickly. My diet journey is a constant battle not to breakdown and eat the whole chocolate cake instead of just a crumb, and then he does it, my love, the man of my dreams, my eternal companion reminds me once again my men should have a monitor to help them with the things that come out of their mouth. My darling Casey is getting ready for the day and he steps on the scale. im sitting on the bed thinking about all the food i don't get to eat that day and he says, "hey, i lost 5 pounds over the weekend, and I didn't even try." i don't quite know how to explain my emotions, their might have been a bit of rage and desire to kick him hardly in the knee caps or shout some mean thing about his love handles, but I refrained in a mature adult like manner. His words have rung through my ears since that moment and I have thought to myself, 'someday those words will escape my mouth too and i will leap for joy naked through out the house and possibly the neighborhood in celebration of my sucessful journey towards being one hot mamma!"
