Another pound checked off my list this morning. I knew it would leave sooner or later. I’m one pound away from pre-baby weight. I think the last three days of staying the same were due mainly to over-doing it on Sunday during the Super-Bowl party. We didn’t count our carbs very faithfully.
Thank you to my dear friends who comment on my blog and especially for your encouraging words. I don’t like being discouraged. The problem is that Owen is now 16 months old and I’m just now getting that last bit of weight off. I was stuck at 8 pounds away from pre-baby weight and couldn’t seem to get past that point. Now I’m one pound away and looking at where I’d really like to be which is at least another 20 pounds from where I was back in just the two of us days. I like the size I was in college and I realize that I’m not that young any more but I’m certainly not old and I’m not unable to get down to a respectable size. I just lack the will-power and the discipline at times. I blamed nursing, among other things for the slow weight loss and truly, I wanted it to come of in a healthy way…now, I’m just wanting it off. Owen is eating on his own, has been for about 4 months and though I did lose a little once I quit nursing I certainly didn’t make any dramatic progress.
Kris has been dieting with me which makes it so much easier. I can’t even express how thankful I am for that. It’s nice to suffer together. Now my only set-back is my back. When I woke up this morning things were much better. I am still not ready to go for any walks, but I’m not leaning to the left near as far as I was. I had a chiropractor appointment this morning too and he said I was pretty jammed up, so my adjustment should give me a good jump start toward getting those muscles to relax a little and straighten me out.
Owen seemed discouraged about walking yesterday. He crawled most of the day. I think he’s fallen so much he just needed a break. He walked the length of the bonus room this morning in an effort to get to our bedroom so I think he’s giving it another shot which is good news for a weary mommy who desperately wants her back to heal.
Satan seemed to want to discourage our whole family yesterday. I woke up in a funk, Owen was down on hands and knees and Kris came home from work pretty beat up. God gave us a good sermon at church last night and we all went to bed content and happy last night. We must be doing something right.