Day 18

The Evil Weight Loss Challenge ends Wednesday, the day before Thanksgiving. This morning I weighed in at my lowest weight since having the baby. But then?

I ate pumpkin bread pudding. I ate an egg dish full of potatoes. I ate toast with butter and jam. (Raspberry peach jam! Delicious!) I drank a mimosa or two.

Then I washed all the dishes and slept through the Seahawks game and cheered myself up by thinking about the light salad I planned to eat for dinner. But then?

I went to a one-year-old's birthday party. And stayed after everyone else had gone home. And ate the pizza the one-year-old's parents ordered for dinner. And two pieces of cake. TWO PIECES OF CAKE. Do not look at me like that. The cake was from here, aka God's Own Bakery.

I am fairly certain I will not weigh in at my lowest weight tomorrow morning.

Actually, I don't think I will weigh myself tomorrow morning at all. I am a glutton for cake, not for punishment.

Even if I hadn't eaten my weight in carbohydrates today there's no way I'd lose enough to win the Evil Weight Loss Challenge. Because this woman has lost eleven freaking pounds, running laps around the rest of us slackers. SIGH.

Before I started putting food in my mouth today, I had only seven pounds left to lose. Well, to be back to my pre-pregnancy weight, which wasn't particularly stellar or anything, but getting back to that number would do wonders for my psyche. I haven't been morose about weight for a while simply because I've lost enough to fit back into my regular clothes (most of them) and having clothes that fit you makes a huge difference. Even though some things that fit me at this weight pre-baby don't fit right anymore, I'm not having to make desperate runs to Old Navy to find something that won't offend the old ladies at church. My fat jeans are once again my fat jeans, not the ones I wear every single day. My shirts suddenly seem long enough again, my sweaters fit, I don't wear pajama pants all day long. I've still got seven left to lose, and when I lose that seven I'll want to lose a whole lot more, but I've stopped crying about the way I look. Over a year later I finally feel like I've got my body back.

Comments

[Laura]

Way to go..good for you celebrating with cake : )

[Tara]

"I am a glutton for cake, not for punishment" You crack me up! Mmmm... cake.

Congrats on all the progress you've made!! I'm impressed.

[el-e-e]

I distinctly remember it being AJ's 18-month birthday before I had ANY gumption whatsoever to deal with my diet or exercise, or anything. So I say you're doing great.

[Lisa]

For awhile, I seriously thought the quickest weight loss ever was going to come as a result of the stress of the past week, followed by the terror of being kept up for two straight nights by a screaming baby. But now the baby is sleeping better, and my appetite is mostly back. So much for the diet, but really, this is much better. The anxiety and stomach acid was killing me.