Memo to Self

Stop eating like you're still pregnant!

It's been over 4 months since the baby came into this lovely world and yet, my appetite is still on the generous side.  Okay, maybe the overly generous side.  It takes alot more for me now to get full than before. This would be fine and dandy, if it weren't for those last 10 pounds that want to just linger around. 

What's that you say? Exercise? Pffft! Yeah, right. :p  Well, wait....I do get exercise. Sort of.  It includes chasing around my toddler, running around from point A to point B, taking care of the little one, walking to work (nearly a mile to from the train station). So, uhhh that counts, right?  Hey, whatever makes one sleep better at night is what I say. 

The word "Diet" isn't in my vocab.  I love my carbs waaaay too much and I have the ultimate sweet tooth pretty regularily.  So, diet's not an option. 

So until those last 10 pounds decide to go far, far away, I suppose I'll just suck it up and take it like a woman.  hahaha  Hey, I mean who ever said extra weight is a problem? Ten pounds is nothing, really.  And at least I still have my good ole maternity pants.  Sure, I still wear my regular pants, but not gonna lie, I wear those maternity pants still.  They're comfy and forgiving. 

So even though I'd like my jelly belly to leave, let's be realistic here, I'm not expecting to be toned like Gwen or anything.  That'll NEVER happen.  But that's fine by me.  I am me.  Jelly belly, love handles and all.  And screw it, I guess I might as well eat what the hell I want, while I still can.

So this brings me to my next memo to self:  What's for lunch?  Mmmmm.  I'm hungry.