Well...What had happened was...I didn't start Weight Watchers as I thought I would. But you aren't surprised, are you? I have been doing well though. I get up and walk whenever I can for about a 1/2 hour. I've also been eating a more Mediterranean diet, more fruits and veggies, less meat and carbs. I'm very proud of myself. Can I get a little applause? Thank you. I think I can keep it up when school starts too. I'm pretty motivated. I feel really good. I guess, I dare say healthy.
I gotta get rid of this stomach, though. My mother had 3 C-Sections so I asked her about my problem. The conversation went something like this:
Me: "Ma, my stomach is still numb. Is that normal?"
Mom: "Oh yeah! That won't go away for about a year or so."
Me: "WHAT? Are you kidding?! What about the pouch of fat? I can't seem to get rid of it."
Mom: "That never really goes away. That's why my stomach looks like this. You're really gonna have to work on it."
Me: (Now I'm gonna end up looking like my mother. Great. I hate my husband.) "Gee, thanks Ma, I feel a lot better now."
I am determined to get my stomach back. It wasn't a washboard or anything like that but it was flatter than this. I'm gonna get back to my regular pants if I have to break out the butter and cling wrap. 140 here I come...Must...stay...away...from...Rita's...
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