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Being +25lbs Overweight is NOT Ok...

Starting weight: 166.4
Last week's weight: N/A
Current weight: N/A
Weight +GAIN / -LOSS this week: 0
Total weight lost: 0

I've gained 10 lbs back since I've stopped breastfeeding. Unacceptable. I'm kind of freaking out because I'm not really sure how this is happening but its got to stop. So - I'm joining Brandy's FAF's so hopefully I can have some accountability.

The deal is, Jason and I are going on a cruise this winter and I MUST look hot. I can't look like this and wear a bikini for a week! My hubs is smokin' HAWT and a sexy mo' fo' and I can't be a squishy, saggy wife to a sexy mo' fo'... When we started dating I weighed 145. My all time goal weight would be 140 [well, 130 if I'm talking about my all time, wish I could be weight] so that's my goal. Maybe if I have to tell the world how much I weigh I'll feel that much more compelled to lose weight. I'm desperate!! I'll take pics and be more prepared for next friday of the scale and maybe if I'm brave enough me in my bikini so I can see results...

**P.S. I realize there are a lot of people who would love to be my current size but I'm married to a personal trainer - I should be 140 and buff as heck. Its just bad advertising to look so out of shape and soggy.**

Comments

The Steele's said…
It happens to us all! AND I HATE IT TOO!!! After you are done breastfeeding you aren't burning those extra calories anymore, so it comes right back to ya. I am right there with you and STILL trying to loose the weight almost a year later!!!
Brandy@YDK said…
you can do it!! i can't imagine being married to personal trainer. too much pressure. lol

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