My exercise and weight loss goals have been severely derailed. Who’s surprised? Raise your hand. I know, I know. No one.
I actually did ok for the first week – I jogged for 5 days out of 7 and my weekly step average was 9,892 steps/day. My goal was 10,000 steps a day but a long day of meetings coupled with some rain messed me up. And I did pretty well eating healthy – I ate the same things as my family but I decreased my overall portion size, eliminated all the starchy carbs like mac-n-cheese and mashed potatoes, and increased my servings of vegetables. I also upped my water intake.
Week 2 is when it got ugly. I went out to visit my friends with newborn twins, and it was lovely. The beer and margaritas and pizza and ice cream were also lovely. And there was no way I was I was going to go leave those beautiful babies to go run in the rain. Nope. And then I went to a conference for 5 days. Could someone please tell me how I thought I was going to eat well and avoid alcohol at a geology conference? Clearly, I didn’t think this through, and also I have zero willpower. Now, I did eat better than I could have and I got a lot of walking in, but I definitely came home feeling bloated and defeated. So now I have 7.5 weeks left to get this done. But I am not going to panic. Nope. I’m going to channel this energy into action.
I went jogging yesterday and I’m going again tomorrow. I’ve got a healthy breakfast and lunch ready for tomorrow and I’m going to drink water until I slosh. And I’m going to commit to posting another “progress” picture in 2 weeks to help motivate me to actually make some progress.
How is everyone else doing? Any progress to report?




But here’s the thing. I’m going to the beach for a week in the middle of June where I will (presumably) be wearing a bathing suit. Now, I’ve known that this was coming but did that stop me from eating pizza and drinking wine this weekend? No. Did it keep me from having delicious Thai food for lunch yesterday? No. No it did not. Now I’m not overweight (thank you genetics), but it’s been a long winter and the, um, “fluff” has accumulated. I feel bloated and out of sorts. And I’m out of shape – very out of shape. And it’s embarrassing to admit but I can’t fit into my favorite shorts and if I can’t fit in to my shorts then putting on my bathing suit is really going to make me cry.
I’ll post weekly to give you an update and report on what’s working and what’s not working. Here we go y’all! (Anybody want to do this with me? PLEASE?)

…you don’t remember the last time you slept in your bed alone or had your whole pillow to yourself.


The hardest part for me was the feeding. I talk about this a lot because it was MY ENTIRE LIFE. Only one of my boys would latch so I was nursing one and pumping for the other and supplementing with formula when needed. That sounds reasonable, right? It seems like it should be totally doable. But the reality of it was completely overwhelming. Here’s a breakdown of a normal feeding schedule.





























