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?

Well friends, it’s been 4 months since beginning my trek through the ditches of Weight Watchers. I’m not gonna lie, this past month has been really tough.

I know on my last update I was all, “Wow WW is easy peasy delicious! Everyone in the whole wide world should do it.” And then, October happened with all its candy glory.

For a candy addict like myself, October and WW do not mix well. So, I kind of fell off the wagon so to speak. In fact, I fell into a pool of Milky Way, Twix and Snickers bars. Honestly, it was kind of awesome.

But now, all good things must come to an end and I’m back together with WW.

So now, after 4 months I’ve lost 31.6 pounds. Hooray!

I’m only a few pounds from my pre-baby weight and I’m hoping that I’ll exceed my goal and lose at least 10 more pounds by Christmas. We shall see…I can already smell the Christmas fudge cooking (which is never a good thing for the ole waistline).

How are you guys doing? Any reports on your adventures with WW? Recipes???

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?

I have read 2 books since Bitzy was born. TWO. Actually that’s not true. I’ve read at least 2.5 billion kid books. Let me clarify: I’ve only read two books that don’t print the words on cardboard and smell like strawberries when you scratch them. Since you’re dying to know, they are “Heaven is For Real” (excellent) and “The Help” (stunning). Take in mind that pre-baby I could put 2 novels away per week. I devoured good books, a real sucker for a good memoir. After my sweetheart was born I would read a paragraph here and there of baby help books (useless), but the days of endlessly curling up with a book are way over. Happily over to be sure, but still O-V-E-R.

I’m disgusted with how much food we have in the freezer and pantry. There are starving babies for goodness sake. I think we can go for a week without fresh fruit. That said, I have declared that all meals will come from food that we already have this week (and maybe next). So far, so good. Granted, tonight I used my last fresh veggie (green pepper), so after the leftovers are gone from tonight’s dinner, we may be feasting on more creative foods. Perhaps tomorrow will be something totally new and unique! How about corn and peas casserole or peanut butter and cracker ragu. No? Too weird? I’ll figure something out. I’m excited to use our resources wisely and weirdly! Ha.

I am fairly certain that I successfully addicted baby #2 to my arms. My sweet baby boy is now 3 months old and loves to snuggle, and clearly I love to snuggle him right back. My Bitzy screamed bloody murder day in and day out for the first 5 months of her life unless I was holding her, so I’m pretty sure that my arms have magic dust on them. Slowly but surely my sweet boy is making it very clear that he wants a piece of the magic. I’m scared that we may end up with another round of sleep wars…oh well. I’m gonna enjoy the snuggles while they last.

Is it bad that I dreamt last night about coconut cream pie? I have a problem. Just for the record, a Coconut Cream Pie Milkshake from Sonic is 18 points. Ouch. Almost worth it. Almost, but not quite.

My hair is in a bad place. A really, really, really bad place. I don’t think it’s been this long since college. And trust me, long hair is not a good look for me. Must.Get.Haircut. I hit an all time low on Saturday when I took a “mommy time-out” during nap time and ventured to “The Wal-Mart.” I actually walked in the hair salon located inside “The Wal-Mart.” By some stroke of miracle they were busy and couldn’t cut my awful hair. This my friends is how you spell desperation.

Any confessions that you’d like to get off your chest?

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!

My beautiful boy.

Well friends, tomorrow marks 6 beautiful weeks since I met my little boy. In some ways it feels as if I’ve known him forever, like we have always been a part of each other, and others it feels like just yesterday that I gazed into his eyes for the first time.

Time is funny like that I suppose.

That said, in the land of medicine six weeks is the magic number given for women who have pushed a tiny human (or in my case, not so tiny- 9lbs, 9 oz), to begin losing weight and begin exercising.

Not that I followed that advice with Bitzy. With her I totally ignored the whole six weeks thing and waited four solid months before lifting a finger. I’m going to blame that on winter. It was freaking freezing outside and I just couldn’t bear to begin until the spring. Well, and those chocolate chips were amazing.

This time around it’s just too hot outside to be fat. I’m totally grossing myself out with my thighs rubbing together in this dreadful heat. So, it’s time friends. It’s so time.

I’m a large lady. It’s so time for WW. However, my handsome Daddy and baby Bitzy are quite stunning, no?

No more Dairy Queen French Silk Pie Blizzards (totally amazing). No more Banana Pudding Milkshakes from Chick-Fila (although they discontinued them, apparently my efforts to keep them around forever weren’t enough). No more french fries, Dr. Pepper, pizza and chocolate. It’s all over.

This is, of course, for the best. One cannot live on junk food forever. It’s time that my body meet vegetables again. Molly meet squash, squash meet Molly.

WW are me are old pals so hopefully it won’t be too painful. Although now that they have a new points system I’m going to be a novice (which is scary). Not to worry, since I’m nursing my new handsome prince at least 59 times per day I get extra breastfeeding points which will help curb my candy addiction. Hooray!!!

I’ll keep you posted on my progress. Hopefully my thighs will thank me soon enough!

PS: If you have any WW or low-fat recipes you’d like to share I am all ears:).

I ate approximately 679 chocolate chip cookies today and I don’t even feel guilty. They were fantastic.

I just read that Tiger Woods is Buddhist. Weird, huh?

Why do I care about celebrities?

Speaking of, why do I love actresses like Reese Witherspoon but can’t stand singers like Katy Perry? Why? I don’t know them, nor will I ever. Am I in love/hate relationships with their celebrity personas?

I annoy myself.

And also, Reese is beautiful isn’t she? I’ve got a girl crush on her.

All I can think about are candy pumpkins.

Anyone watching The Amazing Race? Are Chad and Stephanie gonna break-up any second or is it just me? Also, the chick who got hit with the watermelon in the face last week is kinda my hero (in an i’mclumsytooandit’stotallyOK kind of way).

I’ve spent approximately 7 million dollars on Bitzy’s 1st birthday party. I think I may have a problem.

Sometimes I make up little songs that my laundry sings to me. Things like…(please sing to the tune of Jingle Bells), “Wash me Mommy, Wash me Mommy. Wash me, Scrub me, Clean me. I am dirty and wanna go to a dinner party, clean me so I can go.”

I don’t care what anyone says, my life is totally a musical, except the dancing is a little less, ahem, professional.

Upon the realization that I would be husbandless from September-January every Sunday due to our cableless household, I caved and we are now the proud owners of a Direct TV package. That’s right. We’re all fancy. While Sunday’s consist of football, football, and more football, at least my Zach is home and not at someones house. Right? Plus, now I’ve been reacquainted with my friends on TV. No more Hulu.com for me dudes. It’s awesome
to have my Thursday night date nights back with McDreamy and Meredith. I have missed them so.

My Bitzy played with a couple of balloons today for a solid 2 hours. It was the cutest thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life. I mean, what’s cuter than my Bitzy playing patty-cake while holding 2 balloons? Nothing, I tell you. Nothing.

Remember my little story about the crazy lady at McDonald’s? No? Read it here. I’m 99% sure that she was behind me the other day at  ChickFilA. Seriously. Maybe I should take the hint that I need to lay off the fast food.

Nah.

I’m feeling all domestic because last winter I made a TON of soup and froze it. Ya know, like the Duggars would do. Michelle is totally the type to freeze soup, right? She is my gauge for all things domestic. Anywho, I grabbed a couple of my bags of frozen soup and we ate it tonight…and it tasted great! Not frozen! I know this is probably not an amazing realization to those of you who are good “freezer” people, but to me, this is great news. Maybe in 5 years I’ll freeze some more soup.

Daisy killed a crawdad today. Remember? Read here. It was one of the proudest dog mommy moments of my life. For a brief moment I didn’t want her to send her to Sibera. But then, she began licking my feet and I threatened to send her once again. Daisy.drives.me.crazy.com.

Lastly, I confess that even though I’ve broken the bank of WW by way of cookies and candy pumpkins today, I could totally go for some KFC grilled chicken right about now. Weird huh? Sugar is my people. It’s what I know, what I love. What is this weird craving for something other than my best friend, sugar? I don’t even know myself anymore. I’m hoping that tomorrow will be a new day and I can forget all about the KFC episode.

And also, I’ve allowed food to hijack yet another confessions little story again. I’m sorry. Food is my people and so are you all. We all need to mix and mingle. Right?

Right.

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.

Notice the tummy area. Gross, eh? Do you think that's just extra Diet Coke swimming around? Surely it's not just a big ole flat tire belly. Right?

As we have determined by the literal pounds of candy I have consumed over the course of my life, I’m a sugar addict.

There is really nothing more to say at this point, I’m addicted and I don’t see that changing- ever.

However, sugar has a nemesis that puts on the cloak of sugary goodness but can’t compete with the real thing.

A fake.

A poser.

A sham.

An imitation.

A completely and utterly addictive substance that in turn has made me: Completely addicted.

Now, as if being a sugar addict isn’t enough, I’m also seemingly addicted to aspartame, the fake impostor of my boyfriend sugar.

As if you didn’t already know, I’m talking specifically about diet soda.

Diet Coke, Diet Dr. Pepper, Diet Lemonade, Diet this and Diet that: I love it all.

I’ve read article upon article about the negative effects of aspartame. The infamous “they” make it seem like it’s cancer in a plastic bottle, so I get all freaked out and then I stop drinking it. I shout it from the rooftops and tell everyone I meet that they’re gonna DIE if they drink the heart attack in a cup.

Then, I fall off the wagon and become addicted yet again.

Inevitably, the guilt comes and I stop.

And so we go around and round.

I’m not arrogant enough to say that I’m done for good, but I will tell you that starting today, I’m going cold turkey. It will be a modern miracle if I make it, but it’s worth a shot right?

If I stay clean for a month can I have a big party to celebrate? Can we have be vats of icing and sing show tunes? It’s my perfect party.

Think anyone would come?

Probably not.

Nobody gets me.

In other news, many moons ago I gave up Diet Crack Coke and dropped 10 pounds in 3 weeks. I mean, what’s in the stuff???  That’s my question. You’d think about that miraculous weight loss I never woulda gone back, but alas, I did.

Maybe I’ll lose more weight with this little trick. Goodness knows that my WW adventures are getting tougher and tougher (not to worry, I’m writing a Weight Watcher little story that will be published later this week, thankyouverymuch).

So who’s with me? I know we can do it friends…Come on….Show me some love!

PS: For your viewing pleasure below is a picture of me wanting to “Make The Grade” with Diet Dr. Pepper. Is that great or what?

PPS: I love the World Wide Web.

Before we get started on all of my random ramblings and such, click over to The Queen of Quirky’s blog where I’m guest posting today!  Enjoy!

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Bitzy's Besties.

Daisy and me are still on the outs. She.Drives.Me.Bananas. She likes to plant herself directly in front of my every step so that I trip over her constantly. If it weren’t for my precious child being obsessed with her then I would totally give her the silent treatment. This would be the worst form of punishment for her you see, she thrives on constant attention (both positive and negative, unfortunately).

I love Ebay. I’m much more into buying than selling these days (shocker) but it’s still fun to sell occasionally. It’s like a having a yard sale without the orange circle stickers. Plus, I would much rather sell a pair of jeans for $20 rather than $.25. Does that make me greedy? Not to mention that I’m fresh out of shaky metal card tables to put all of my knickknacks on. And…I don’t really have knickknacks. I’m a very bad candidate for having a yard sale. I’ll stick with Ebay.

My New Roommate.

I cannot be bothered with real time TV these days, which works out since we don’t have cable.  We do, however, have Netflix. Love.It. I’m 100% addicted to Prison Break. Michael Schofield and me are in it to win it. We will escape “The Company” together.  In fact, I’m watching it now. He says “hi.”

The past few weeks during The Sleep Wars, I have barely slept a wink. As a result of my lack of sleep, I had a rousing illness that resembled food poisoning on Sunday and Monday and today I came down with another ihateyourgutsmeanolebladder UTI. So annoying. Sleep related? Grey’s tell me no, but I’m still left wondering. Never sleeping can do weird things to your body, right?

I confess, that I could have a slight obsession with watching my sweetheart on the video monitor. Who needs sleep when I can stare at my offspring all night long? It’s a real problem friends. I need an intervention.

I’m thinking about quitting Diet Coke. This isn’t my first rodeo with banning the crack.  But when I think of quitting I get all sweaty and my heart starts pounding.  I just don’t know if I can.  Scary stuff I tell ya. Anyone else want to join forces to quit? I’m an addict and I need a 12 step program or at least a partner in crime to help me quit.

He said, "I love you."

Maybe after we conquer Diet Coke we could figure out how to break out of prison together since I’m becoming an expert and all.

Bitzy has a book called, “But Not The Hippopotamuss” and I have basically turned it into a rap song, because well, apparently I’m a rapper.  So we rap together Bitzy and me. Maybe someday we’ll start a little family rap group. Or, maybe I could rap for Milk Duds in prison before I break out.

Speaking of, after I wrote my last Confessions Blog I ate an entire box (14 WW points thankyouverymuch) of Milk Duds. Writing about my delicious counterpart sugar, elicits some kind of innate need to eat them as soon as possible. In fact, apparently it’s happening again. Must.Stop.Writing.

As you may know, I am a font Nazi.  I am the leader of the campaign against terrible fonts such as, Curlz, Papyrus, and Comic Sans and many many more. In the effort of full disclosure, I totally judge people based on their choice of fonts. It says so much about a person.  Am I weirdy or what?

I miss you.

I just did 60 push-ups (girl style of course) in a row while watching Prison Break. I need to bulk up just in case I get thrown into prison and need to break out. It takes a lot of muscle to be a fugitive. Maybe this show will make my arms look awesome.  Hmmm…just another reason to continue to obsess about it.  By the way, Micheal says, “I miss you.”

Could I be obsessed with Prison Break? Never.

If you’ve never watched Prison Break, please watch it. Rent it, buy it, watch on Netflix, whatever. Just watch it. Then, we can discuss it together as a family.  If you can’t tell, I’m a little bit obsessed.

After my darling sweetheart baby Bitzy slept for 9.5 hours straight the other night (read about it here) she screamed for nearly 3 hours off and on last night. Very frustrating my friends.  We’re on night 6, or is it 7? Since I haven’t slept in a week all the days are running together in unison. How long is this sleep training stuff supposed to take. Mama is TIRED.

But not tired enough to stop watching Prison Break.

Love to all,

Weirdy McWeirdikins

I had 9 Weight Watcher points for lunch.  9 beautiful sugary points of dessert.  No real food.  No fruit, veggies, bread or meat.  Just sugar. And it was glorious. Who needs real food?  I could totally live on desserts and ice cream forever. Couldn’t you?

Is it just me, or is 98% of this blog about food?

I confess, I love food.

For the first time ever today I became very annoyed with Target. But don’t worry, I’m over it now.  Target said it was sorry and I forgave him.  (Why is Target a boy?)

Every other person I know in the world is pregnant or just had a yummy bit of goodness baby.  What does this mean? Recession?  Peer Pressure? Jobless? Boredom?  Why in the world does it make me want to be pregnant?  Peer pressure for sure. That answers that question.  Well, and that babies are the number one most awesome thing in the whole.wide.world (other than Jesus and husbands of course).

Bitzy seriously gets cuter from one moment to the next.  Is this possible you ask?  Yes. A resounding yes. I’ve experienced this.  She’ll kiss me with a big wet slobbery kiss, crawl away like she’s in a mad rush to get somewhere extremely important, spin around on her tush, then flash me the cutest little toothy smile and confirm, yet again, that she gets cuter by the millisecond.  Seriously.

All I can think about are cucumbers (lie).

All I can think about are Milk Duds (truth).

I confess that I not only write about food constantly, but I think about it constantly. Is that healthy?  Probably not.  But neither is eating 78 boxes of Milk Duds per year and Lord knows that I could care less about how healthy that is.  So, whatever.

I wish that I had super kinky curly hair that looked amazing without me ever touching it.

This morning in a meeting for work I burst out laughing thinking about something hilarious that Zach said this weekend.  It was completely and totally off the topic of discussion and it just popped in my head like lightening.  Being married to him is like going to the Carnival everyday…always funny, never boring and full of rat tails and airbrushed t-shirts.

Actually Zach doesn’t have a rat tail or an airbrushed t-shirt.  Oh well, you get my point. Or do you? What is my point?

I’m feeling particular random today, can’t you tell?

Anyway, happy Monday!

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

Have you ever been to a fish fry?

If not, please go.  Get off the computer and google “Fish Fry” and find one in your area.

If you don’t have one, that’s OK, just get in the car and go to Calabash, NC. Drive directly to “The Seafood Hut” and order anything you’d like. Everything is fried, and I do mean everything. As in, they don’t even have baked potatoes, in fact, they don’t even have an oven.  Only fryers.  My kinda place.

If you still refuse me, go to Wal-Mart and buy a Fry Daddy, which is basically a big pot of hot oil (awesome), bread some fish, fry it, and finally enjoy every single glorious bite.

After you have completed the above tasks then you’re cleared to continue reading.

As you can see, if it’s fried then I like it (except for fried pickles. Makes.Me.Wanna.Vomit).

So on vacation with my big beautiful family, I made it my personal mission to eat as much fried food as humanly possible.  And as much sugar as I could find, soft drinks, doughnuts, and hush puppies and anything else that I could get my grubby little fingers on.

By the way, I have a confession: Hush puppies and I have a long standing love affair.

While my heart belongs to sugar, I do occasionally cheat on my one true love with hush puppies.

Please don’t tell my beloved sugar.  It will only hurt it’s feelings.

Anyway, back to my week of gluttony.

In my defense, I have been on hard core Weight Watchers for nearly 4 months (which equals a lifetime in MollyWorld), I was due for a breakedy break.

And a break I did have.

After months of a diet of watermelon, Lean Cuisines, veggies and grilled meat, I turned to a life of a carnival worker.  While I didn’t have any fried Twinkies (not that I was above it- I just didn’t have the opportunity), I capitalized on my break and ate, and ate and ate some more.

Yes, I am reluctantly back on WW and will hang my head in shame when I walk in next week, but when they inevitably tell me that I’ve gained at least 23 pounds in a week, I will just close my eyes and taste the luxurious fried flounder with a side of hush puppies, and go to my happy place in fry heaven.

I’ll keep you posted on the damage that was done…stay tuned in my adventures in my ‘Baby Weight Be Gone Campaign,’ and join in me in hoping that I’ve only gained 21 pounds, rather than 23.

(Totally, totally, totally worth it).

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?

As you know, my old pal Weight Watchers and me are on an adventure.  We’ve been hanging out on and off for awhile now, but recently we’ve gotten really close.

You see, with WW I know what to expect.  I know how the beginning is hard and then it gets easier.

I know how much I can cheat and get away with it and when enough really is enough.

I’ve been with WW long enough to not dread it and look forward to my progress.

“They” say that eating is the key to weight loss and that exercise is just the icing on the fat free cake. So on this WW adventure, I’ve walked a few times a week, but nothing too strenuous.

I wouldn’t want to overexert myself or anything.

Clearly.

But, “they” also say that all good things must come to an end.  So my dear readers, my “who needs exercise when I sort of stayed within my points today?” days are over.

I have begun to Shred.

Can I have abs like her please?

What is the Shred you ask?

Well, my friends, the Shred is a little workout video hosted by none other than Jillian Michaels from The Biggest Loser.

If you’re a viewer of The Biggest Loser then you know how scary it is to begin this journey.  If not, think Jane Fonda meets Mr. T meets Dr. Phil and then you have Jillian Michaels.

She’s a great trainer and gets great results from the contestants on the show.  I must admit that I find her mildly annoying.  Especially on the Shred video.

But, let’s focus on the positive.

I want my arms to look skinny and muscular and if it takes hanging out with Jillian for 20 minutes a day for 30 days straight, then so be it.

I say that on day #2, on day #20 I may be saying that chubby arms aren’t all that bad.

So who’s with me?  Let’s fight the flub together and make fun of Jillian all at the same time!

Sounds like great fun to me.

My number one pet peeve of all time is WHEN PEOPLE TYPE IN ALL CAPS.  I DON’T KNOW WHY IT DRIVES ME SO CRAZY, IT JUST DOES. Is it so hard to use the shift key people?

I am proud of my husband for all of the little awards he gets while playing Call of Duty.  He’s fighting the terrorists after all (or some 7 year old in Wisconsin- but whatever).

Pitiful.

Yesterday my Weight Watcher points consisted of eating Weight Watchers Carmel’s, Weight Watchers ice cream, and Weight Watchers muffins.  Who needs meat or veggies when you can have sugary diet food?  I should be the poster child on how you can still eat an all sugar diet and lose weight.  It’s remarkable really.

In all of my bad dreams I can’t scream when the bad people are chasing me.  Any dream interpreters out there? Am I nuts or what?

My nighttime routine of face washing has gone from a 4 step program (before Bitzy) of cleanser, toner, eye cream and moisturizer to me using a baby wipe (if I’m lucky) as I fall into bed.   This my friends sums up what motherhood is like.  My question is, since my routine has so drastically changed, what happens when I have 2, 3, or 4 kids?  Will I cease to wash my face, will I just rub my cheeks against the sheets at night hoping to get the grime off, or will I just rub in all the slobber that  builds up from sweet baby kisses and hope for the best?  Dire straits people, dire straits.

I want to kick Jesse James in the head.  Is that wrong?

My Bitzy will begin eating “real”solid foods in the next few weeks and I’m a wreck (like squash, apples, etc). Here’s why:

1.) I’m making all of her baby food and it makes me nervous.

2.) This means that she’s not a tiny baby anymore.  First solids and then she’s driving.  It’s a slippery slope.

3.) Now it’s super easy to feed her on the go (seeing as how I just attach her to me).  Solids seem like a lot of work.  So much packing and whatnot.  Would it be weird if I just nursed her forever?

Speaking of, tonight during our bedtime feeding, I imagined not nursing her and I began to cry.  I honestly cannot imagine stopping. Call me nuts, but it’s going to be extremely difficult for me to ween myself from her. Is 7 really too old?  Really?

I actually like doing laundry.

I love hairspray. In fact, I don’t want to live in a world without it.  My hairspray of choice is Aussie.  That’s right, $3.99 and I’m good to go for weeks. For those of you who don’t use it, you should. It will make your world a happier place and your hair will thank you.

I have a favorite pair of flip flops that are totally falling apart and look ratty, but yet I still save them and wear them for “special occasions.”  While it may look like I’m wearing my ghetto shoes to dinner, it’s really a glorious occasion for them to be allowed out of the closet.  They are on death row and anytime they are released from their cell could be their “last supper.”

I am sorta scared of the dark.  I attribute this entirely to the movie, “The Ring.”  That movie creeped me out in a way that is completely uncalled for in a grown woman.  To this day, if I turn out the lights and leave the room and it’s pitch black I think about that little girl in the chair.  Ah, it sends shivers up my spine.  Creepiest movie ever.

Now I’m going to have nightmares.

Thanks a lot.

Finally, Daisy and Lily are back from a sabbatical at their Lolly & Pops.  They’ve been home for 24 hours and I don’t hate them yet.  Maybe it has something to do with this development…

If she loves 'em, so do I.

Any confessions that you’d like to share with me, dear readers?  Do you secretly hate your dogs but can’t break it to your husband?  Are there some days that all you eat is sugar (please say yes), Confess away my friends…

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.