That title sort of has a double meaning for me today. On one hand, I have totally forgotten about my weight. I basically said fuck it for right now and am just eating whatever, and I'm quite shocked at how little that is. I eat clean through the day and then have a little of whatever I make the kids for dinner. I've lost about 7 pounds, but honestly it was probably superficial anyway considering I have wiped out CiCi's twice in recent weeks.(I love pizza). I am a little bummed about not being able to go to the gym lately, but I had a drug resistant staph infection (yummy, right?) So I stayed at home so I can keep it to myself.
On the other hand, that's a very sarcastic "no pressure." Tony and I decided to give one last ditch effort to get pregnant. The timing has to be perfect though, and I'm not sure that it is. But we took a shot at it and now I just have to pray that its a regular cycle for me. If its not, then I'm out of luck for now. I can't try again for about a year, and that's not an attractive option for me. I don't want to be that close to 30 when having another child. That, and my desire to have another baby is part of the reason I haven't been able to commit to a diet. I want another child, and to chase my perfect body only to wreck it again seems counterproductive. So I was waiting until the last Angel baby was born. But if this doesn't work, I need to think seriously about giving up on having another baby in favor of living a different part of my life.
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