38 pounds gone.

It’s true. All the glorious months of eating whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted it are gone too. Unfortunately.

That’s the great thing about pregnancy. I just eat. And eat. And eat.

I figure that I have my whole life to lose weight, right?

That brings me to today.

It’s true that 38 pounds is a lot of poundage. It really is.

But here’s the catch, it’s all baby weight. Now I’m back to my not so skinny normal weight. Sure I’m not technically overweight, but still, there’s plenty-o-jiggle.

That’s the crazy thing about growing a tiny human in your belly (or 2 of them in 1.5 years), even when the weight comes off, your body is different. Or mine is anyway. All of you gals who look exactly the same as you did before you had a baby: congratulations. Really, I’m not bitter. Nope, not one bit.

I, unfortunately am not one of those girls. While I’m at a comfortable weight for me, the jiggle abounds.

That brings me back to your friend and mine, Weight Watchers.

Below you’ll see a graph of my weight loss since I began in mid-July. (Aren’t I fancy for showing you a graph! So unlike me!)

Notice how the weight at first it was practically falling off me? Then if you’ll notice around October, it was, um, NOT falling off me. Take a closer look below from October to now.

Basically friends, I’ve flat-lined so to speak. I’ve been more much interested in consuming as many cupcakes as possible rather than losing weight. I admit it.

And exercise? Forget about it.

The Holidays are a sugarholics dream/nightmare come true.

So now what?

I’m not gonna lie. My heart has just not been in it. I am a firm believer that in order to effectively lose weight your heart and your head have to be in the game….and mine hasn’t been.

(Gotta getcha getcha getcha head in the game)- Throwback to High School Musical. Holla!

Now that we’ve had our musical break, back to the situation at hand.

The fact is that I’m thrilled the baby weight is gone, but I really and truly want to lose more. I’m greedy like that. I would LOVE  to lose at least 15 more pounds before the dreaded bathing suit season. If not, I think I may purchase a swim dress while my babies are too young to be embarrassed. Wholesome Wear anyone?

I’ve gotta get back to it. Maybe…tomorrow?

Anyone feel this way? Frustrated and annoyed with the pursuit of weight loss. It’s like the Neverending Story, but without the cool flying dragon/puppy, Falcor.

Anyone? Bueller? Bueller?

Today marks ten weeks that I’ve been back in the trenches of WW.

It seems like only yesterday that I was feasting on milk chocolate chips. Oh wait, it was yesterday. Although I will say that measuring said chocolate chips and eating a tiny portion doesn’t have the same effect as grabbing the bag and eating half of it in one sitting, however, it’s still oddly satisfying.

And now for the moment we’ve all been watiing for…

Drum roll please…..

In ten weeks I’ve lost 21.5 pounds.

(Don’t you dare take my .5 away from me. Ounces count too!)

So basically I’m losing 2 pounds per week, which I am thrilled with.

This go around I’m not attending the WW meetings and simply doing the program online. It’s fast and simple, which I really need in my happy baby filled life.

So there you have it. If I can lose weight, anyone can. And I do mean anyone.

Any updates on your weight loss/thinking about losing weight journey?

Bitzy LOVES apples!

Well friends, it’s been a whole month since I got back together with my old beau, WW.

Our affairs have been intense in the past and the reunion tour I’m currently on is no exception.

You see, Weight Watchers is the perfect match for the likes of me.

What other diet program gives you the option of eating sugar all the live long day?  I love having that option, it keeps my sugar addiction intact.

Here’s the skinny.

In 4 weeks I’ve lost 11 pounds.

However, I feel like a cheater.

I get 20,490 points a day because I’m breastfeeding exclusively. I mean, that’s a lot of points. And since I value all things sugar over anything else, I’ve been eating a lot (like a lot, a lot) of sugar.

The secret to eating tons of junk food and still losing weight is simply staying within your points. It’s not brain surgery.

You see, WW tried to get all sneaky and change the points system so that you were forced to eat healthier.

Pu-lease WW. I ain’t no dummy.

Sugar always wins.

Always.

A life without Milky Way is no life at all.

So there you have it. WW is working yet again.

I am a life long believer in the powers of WW.

Today I tried on my “fat” jeans and they fit! Obviously, my goal is to fit into my “normal” size jeans and hopefully my “skinny” jeans (not to be confused with actual skinny jeans. Not my style folks, nope not at all) will eventually fit again soon enough.

So progress is certainly being made! More updates to come sooner than later.

Anyone else out there in cyberspace losing weight/wants to lose/loves sugar?

Anyone? Am I all alone in the world of WW?

Do tell!

Ah yes, the long awaited Weight Watcher post about my “Baby Weight Be Gone Campaign.”

I’ve been putting this one off you see.

I’ve had a “WW Part 5″ post in draft mode for awhile now. The trouble is that every week I think “I’ll lose a whole bunch of weight this week and then I’ll finish the post.” The bad news is that my days losing “a whole bunch” of weight in a week are way over friends.

Like, way over.

The last time I spilled my guts to you over my WW adventures I had lost 36 pounds. That was 7 weeks ago.  As of Thursday, I have lost a total of…wait for it…wait for it….

43 pounds.

I realize that it’s great, blah, blah, blah, but that means that I’ve only lost 1 pound per week since then.

(What a whiny baby, right? I annoy myself).

I’m not a mathematician by any means, (although, let the record show that I can rock some addition and subtraction), but if I started on March 1st, that was nearly 6 months ago, right?. Right. There are 52 weeks in year, so half of that is 26 weeks, right?

So 26 divided by 43 pounds, comes out to 1.65 pounds per week. Right?

I’m not breaking any records by any means, but the weight is ssssssllllllloooooowwwwwwlllllllyyyyyyy coming off.

And, guess what?!

Being the huge girly girl that I am, I tried on my wedding dress last week and IT FITS!

Let’s take a walk down my wedding memory lane, shall we?

And lastly, my love waiting for me at the end of a very long, tear filled aisle. My Love, My Zach.

Whew. Memory lane is apparently filled with a few teardrops tonight. I sure did love, love, LOVE my wedding day.

OK, I’m wiping my tears away and focusing on my amazing wedding dress…back to business.

Not only does it fit, it looks great if I do say so myself.

When Zach and I got married I told him that I didn’t want to preserve my dress because I wanted to be able to wear it whenever I wanted.

Ya know, like walk around the house, eat a sandwich, run to the post office, pretend to be a runway model, prance around, go on play dates, make dinner, whatever was on my agenda for the day. I mean, it is my dress and technically I’m still a bride, so why the heck not?

Plus, since I refuse to actually weigh myself because I’m such a scaredy cat, the dress is just as good as a scale.

So basically my “dress scale” told me today that I’m at my wedding weight which was around 10ish pounds less than “normal” Molly weight.

I will tell ya though, with all this WW point counting, etc., I’ve been eating like a maniac lately.

For example, here was my menu today.

Breakfast: Egg McMuffin from my friend and yours, McDonald’s. I could seriously eat them 3 times a day, so freaking good.

Breakfast Take 2: Nonfat, no-whip Peppermint Mocha from Starbucks. Ditto to the above statement.

Lunch: Glazed Chicken Lean Cuisine. Total opposite of the above statement. If I never saw one again, it would be fine by me.

Lunch Take 2/Dinner/Dinner Take 2/Snack: Big, Beautiful, Best thing ever of all time: A Banana Spilt from Brusters. The heavens opened and there was a party in my mouth when I took a bite of this glorious creature. I ate this at 2:00pm and I knew full well that my eating was way over for the day. Do I regret this?  I think you know the answer to this. Never, ever, ever, never do I regret my sugar escapades. Never.

Dinner Take 3: Bag of grapes. (yup, the whole bag. Don’t judge me).

Basically I’m on an “eat as many preservatives as possible” diet, along with counting all my WW points. It’s a great marriage of a low calorie/preservative filled lifestyle plan.

Ugh. Again, I annoy myself.

And yes, before you ask, I am still breastfeeding.

Thanks for rubbing it in.

In my defense, the only foods that go into my Bitzy’s mouth are organic foods that I make her. No sugar, hormones, additives, none of the yucky stuff.

I figure that she gets enough preservatives in my breast milk, the food I feed her should be au natural.

Anyway, how did we get off this tangent?

Back to my frenemy Weight Watchers.

The bottom line? It’s working and my pre-preg jeans are baggy.

Isn’t that a fabulous bottom line?

Well, and that if I eat one more Lean Cuisine I may explode, but let’s focus on the positive.

So there you have it.

Maybe this week I’ll jinx myself and lose 5 pounds…but just in case, I’m not holding my breath.

Love to all,

PS: All photos were taken by Tyler Pelan at Lighting His World Photography.

Day at the Zoo! All sweaty and stuff.

Well friends, my love/hate relationship with Weight Watchers continues.

Missed it? Read about it here, here, and here.

As you know, I’ve been trudging myself to WW since March 1st in honor of my ” Baby Weight Be Gone Campaign.”  Since then we’ve taken a vacation to Colorado and one to the Beach (note my “Fry” escapades). That said, I haven’t exactly followed the program perfectly (shocker), but I’ve done fairly well considering my sugar addiction.

Luckily, I’ve basically kicked my candy habit and I focus solely on Weight Watcher desserts to curb my need for sweets.  They are actually quite excellent…I mean, they aren’t exactly Milk Duds, but they’ll do in a pinch.

So, are you ready for the big beautiful news of how much I’ve lost?????  Am I keeping you in suspense????  I hate when people keep me in suspense!!!!

36 pounds.

Sure, it’s not like I’m wearing a size 2, but let’s face it, if I’m ever a size 2 I’ll be in the hospital on a feeding tube.  My bones wouldn’t even fit into a size 2 and I’m OK with that.

I’m currently wearing my pre-pregnancy jeans and I feel really great.  I’m proud that I’ve lost the weight and I feel like myself again.

But, here’s the thing, as you probably know, losing weight is 98% mental. I’ve only been in “weight loss” mode twice in my life.  It takes a lot to get in the zone, so I figure, while I’m here I’m gonna stay.

It wouldn’t kill me to lose another 20 or 30 pounds before I get knocked up again anyway:).

The bad news is that now the weight is hanging on tight.  Technically I’ve lost an average for 2 lbs. per week, but the weight has definitely slowed down as I’ve got less and less to lose.

But honestly, I’ll take what I can get.

Unfortunately, riding the wave of WW momentum isn’t going to last forever, I fear that I am actually going to have to consistently work out in order to lose more weight.

So, I’m hoping to either walk or Shred at least 5 days a week.  Doable?  We’ll see.

Anyone have any awesome low-fat recipes that you’d like to share?  Any great weight loss stories to keep everyone motivated???  Do tell!  I need all the help that I can get!

Love to all,

M

As you know, I have been shredding my little heart out.

I’m tired, sore and annoyed that I’m not naturally skinny and muscular.

Why can’t I be one of those girls that say, “I know that I have a 6 pack, I guess I was just born that way.”  But then again, she’s probably puking her guts out in the bathroom and doing sit-ups in between heaving…so alas, I will Shred since puking is reserved for pregnancy and doing sit-ups on the bathroom floor is gross.  I’ll try to like it and not whine too much.

After my first pitiful attempt at Shredding, this is my round 2.

Here’s the play by play:

Day One- Hard.  Really hard.  Lots-o-sweat and heavy breathing. I made it through every exercise and I didn’t cry.  However, I found Jillian extremely annoying. Her, “I’m hoping you know me” line at the beginning is a bit obnoxious if I do say myself.  Overall, I felt pretty OK and encouraged that maybe I’m not as out of shape as I think I am.

Day Two- I woke up semi sore. Not “can’t move my legs and stairs are scary” sore, but sore nonetheless.  When Jillian had our shredding date I was tired. It’s funny how I wasn’t all that sore until I began doing the exercises…it was then that my muscles began screaming for me to stop.  But I pressed onward and finished again, never skipping a beat…but again, there was lots of panting and sweat.

Day Three- I already flaked out. I’m a loser.  I’m sorry.

Day Four- Flaked again.  There is no excuse for me.  Although I did walk 3 miles in 90 degree heat while pushing a stroller and then my sweet Bitzy had a melt down and I carried her up a huge hill while pushing the stroller…does that help my case?

Day Five- Felt great. I even felt kind of strong…weird.

Day Six- Exhausted.Tired.Sore.Do.Not.Like.Jillian.

Day Seven- Walked 2 miles. Didn’t Shred. I’m sorry.

Day Eight- Felt really good.  This gig is definitely getting easier. The push-ups are killer, but my arms are looking a little less pudgy.  Hooray!

Day Nine- Flaked.Tired.Flaked.Exhaustion.Need.More.Sleep.com

Day Ten- Felt energized.  Lost 3.4 pounds this week (maybe this Shred stuff is working?) and it makes me wanna Shred harder…although, Jillian is driving me bananas.

After 1-10 days you’re supposed to move to Level 2, but I’m just not ready.  I’m sorry. I’m not a Shred role model, however, I need one. And while we’re at it, I need a personal trainer to come to my house (not one on TV, a real life one), and if it could be for free that would be great.  Let me know what you find out…in the meantime, I’m going to try to flake less on Level One and keep working on my sorta pudgy arms.

Are you Shredding too?  Please, pretty please with sugar on top Shred with me….anyone? Anyone? Bueller? Bueller?

The WW saga continues.

I wish I could tell you how gloriously beautiful my “Baby Weight Be Gone Campaign” has been. How I grow my own food and only eat organically. How I have given up sugar all together. How I always eat within my points every day and how I think WW is extremely easy and makes me glowingly happy with each passing moment.

But that would be a BFL (big fat lie).

Ironically, I am generally happy everyday, but it has absolutely nothing to do with WW.

You see, I just so happen to be married to the love of my life and have the worlds cutest baby in my arms…that’s why I’m so darn blissful.

Told Ya She's The Cutest Baby Ever.

But that’s a whole other Oprah.

Back to WW.

If you’re new here, you can read Part One and Two of my WW adventures in order to catch up.

Thing is, eating well is tough. Really tough.  There are just too many amazing things to eat these days.  If you ever think that eating healthy is easy, please do not pass go and walk into a Cracker Barrel.

Ah the smells of chicken fried chicken, mashed potatoes, soup, pancakes, butter, butter and more butter.

Yummy, yummy, yummy. You're Very Own Heart Attack on a Plate.

I totally just gained a pound thinking about the glory of Cracker Barrel.

Eating well is certainly not easy and eating within your WW points is pretty hard too.  You have to be choosy about how you spend your precious points every day.

One of the things I love about WW is that you have to be very intentional about every bite that goes into your mouth.

There is none of this, I’ll have a bite of this here and a bite of that there. Every single solitary taste must be counted…which can be super annoying to be sure.

Sometimes I wish I were on the Atkins diet where you eat Bacon for breakfast, Cheeseburgers for lunch and Steak for dinner.  Ummm…I love meat.  I could totally do that diet for about 3 days…then I would find the nearest cupcake shop and stick my head into a vat of icing and finish off every last bite.

A “no-sugar diet” just doesn’t work for the likes of me.

That’s one reason that WW and me jive so well. It puts up with my sugar binges and forgives me time after time and promises that tomorrow will be better. WW is incredibly forgiving for a tried and true sugar addict in case you were wondering.

So, the latest stat is that I’ve lost 27 pounds in 10 weeks.

Not bad for a mountain girl who can smell the fudge that is being stirred by an old lady 89 miles from here…ummm sugar and me are brothers from another mother.

Wait, not brothers…I mean sisters.  Ah, you get the idea.  I love sugar and sugar loves me.

So, that’s the scoop so far.

My pre-pregnancy jeans do “fit” (as in I can button and zip them), however they aren’t quite as loose as they once were, so I’m guessing I have another 5-15 pounds to lose before I’m at my pre-Bitzy weight. (Remember that I have no idea how much I weigh, how much I gained during pregnancy or how much more I have to lose.  My jeans are my only scale…I close my eyes at WW.  I just can’t bear to know the forbidden numbers).

But I figure, what the heck?  I’m in the WW zone, I may as well lose more.  So, I’m gonna try and keep losing…we’ll see how it goes.  Maybe I’ll lose more weight and Jennifer Hudson and I can go on tour together.  We could do our WW photo shoots and then I could sing back up in her band.

Oh what fun we’ll have.

I will require big hair though.  Really, really, really big hair.

Like Dolly Parton.

I love this.

Those are my requirements, go ahead and draw it up in my contract.

Anyway, I’ll keep you posted on our tour dates and on my love affair with WW.

(I know you’ll be waiting with baited breath).

Love to all…

Gracie is officially four months old and despite my persistent pleading, time refuses to stand still.  I beg and beg, but no, she keeps growing.  Good thing she’s so dang cute.  I want to bottle up every bit of her and eat her up, she’s so very yummy.

My little cupcake.

Speaking of yummy, I love food.

A lot.

While I have no clue how much weight I gained during pregnancy, nor will I ever know (some things are better left a mystery), I do know that my scale (AKA: my clothes) don’t lie.  I dropped lots of weight right away and now I seem to be stuck.

Maybe it’s because I eat like I’m still pregnant.

With triplets.

Good thing I’m still breastfeeding or I would be blowing up like a freaking balloon.

So, in the midst of my “woe is me, I’m so fat” tirade, I hung my head and drug myself to a Weight Watchers meeting today at lunch.

It may as well have been an AA meeting.

“Hello everyone.  My name is Molly and I accidentally ate one too many ice cream sundaes when I was pregnant and I have the baby weight to prove it. I am in fact a foodaholic.”

This is not my first dance with WW.  A few years ago I went “just for fun” and had no fun at all, but still managed to lose weight in the process.

So, now I must give up my “eating for two” mentality and get back on the wagon.

Me at nearly 42 weeks pregnant. Whoa.

I sure do hate that darn wagon.

But alas, all good things must come to an end and honestly, I’m so ready to be back in my pre-pregnancy clothes and feel normal again.

I predict there will be lots of little stories about my adventures in weight loss so stay tuned.