Inconsistent? Me? No...

Seeing as this is the first blog in two months, I think I might be a tad inconsistent. Or maybe more of a procrastinator.
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I just got finished reading Such a Pretty Fat by Jen Lancaster. You. Must. Read. This. Book. Holy mother, I think I have found my new role model. Being the pathetic stalker that I am, I messaged her on MySpace. What a loser. (Yes, I will post if she replies, but if she doesn't, kindly do not mention my piteous behavior.)
AC is sprouting an attitude and, quite frankly, I have NO IDEA where she gets it. Could she possibly be imitating me when rolling her eyes complete with the sardonic throat-clearing noise? No...
I may not have mentioned previously that I am attempting to lose the weight I packed on while pregnant. My MOMS Club is doing a weight loss challenge in which we all complete challenges and weigh in once a week reminiscent of "Biggest Loser". Good Lord, I think my team is going to kick me off. I gained 4 lbs the first week and have since maintained those damn pounds the remaining weeks. I deduced rather quickly that merely deciding I want to lose weight was not enough. I had to actually DO something. Thus began my OCD-esque calorie counting. For real, I was starving. No wonder super models are reputed to be horrible. I was a raving b*tch because I was STARVING!!!!
Okay, 86 the calorie counting.
Then came working out. That was ok. I joined the local community college gym and by doing so forfeited childcare, classes, and a pool, but saved an unconscionable sum in membership fees. What I was doing was apparently not working, so I have hired a trainer. I will meet with her once a month to re-evaluate my fitness regime and diet. At first I thought she was the happiness gestapo, but have since let the words of wisdom sink in. I believe I am ready to "grow up" and stop eating like I did in college. All along, I think I was hoping by some miracle I would fit into my size 4 jeans again. It's time to take responsibility for my wellness, both physically and mentally...adulthood sucks like that.

Until then,

AC's Mom