Do I dare...

step on the scale. It has been almost two weeks since I jogged and so I attempted last night with Gabby and Zaidy and then tonight, with the two of them once again. Boy, talk about killer. I was dying after just a lap and I know that had more to do with the fact that I was pushing a stroller while trying to keep a dog from running away. What a bummer! Oh well, once again, time to start all over again!

Oopsie!

So the past three and a half weeks have been kind of depressing. I had been fighting with the fact that I had felt like I had gained a ton of weight. Right before, and the week after that lovely time of the month, I had felt bloated and really fat. I had not dared to get on the scale for fear of depressing myself into a eating frenzy. Which I will do, when the numbers on the scale have moved in the wrong direction. I know it is silly, and I shouldn't put too much of my thought into it, but it really, really bugs the mess out of me that I can't just will myself skinny. I know I have to work for it, so I can feel some sort of accomplishment and joy in having reached my goal. It's still a pain in the rear though, when a new day comes about and the scale isn't budging. ~sigh~ Well, I finally stepped on the scale this morning, just to see what the damage has been from my lack of walking/jogging in the last three weeks. To my great relief, and I am so very grateful to say, I actually dropped a pound. So I have lost a total of 13 pounds, even though it doesn't always feel like I have, just because I am still 23 pounds heavier than my pre-pregnancy self. Once again, ~sigh~. =0) Any ways, the fire has been rekindled and I am happy to work out every day once again and attempt to get my mile up to a mile and half, and then so on and so forth. haha!! Yay for the scale, I still love you! Hope you guys are doing great and having some success!!