I’ve done Weight Watchers twice. Both times I’ve met with great success, however I’m on my third turn because deep inside me there is a fat person dying to get out… and sometimes she does! Like that time I matched my husband’s (who is a giant manly man) weight when he left OCS when I was carrying our second child. Skinny people don’t fantasize about eating ice cream with a snickers bar as a spoon. (That’s a really good idea btw) They don’t think about donuts in their spare time. They measure their cereal and make “responsible choices.” They don’t inhale big macs and have romantic feelings about potatoes. Okay. Obviously I got a little side tracked describing delicious foods that make me wear tights instead of real pants.
My point is, I went to the doctor and got weighed. The truth was staring me in the face. Maisy will be 4 months old next week. It’s time. I don’t want it to be time. I hate weight watchers. I’m going to be so hungry. So. Incredibly. Hungry.
I look like this now.
Maybe I”ll look like this again. Just factor in the haggard appearance of a mother of a baby and a toddler.
Yeah, I put up two. It’s because I’m trying to prove to you I can do it. And I want to live vicariously through California Kaley. Girl, you looked good.
We’ll see. Maybe it will help me try to look better on a daily basis for my family.
Things I don’t do for my appearance:
- Change my stretchy pants
- Wear pants that button
- “treat my eczema”
Things I DO do for my appearance:
- Wear make up (to hide the fact that I didn’t shower)
- Wear control top underwear
- Paint my nails
- Straighten my side bang (if I don’t, it gets real duggar up in here)
Many people theorize on why stay at home moms let themselves go. I can’t speak for the rest of you, but I let myself go because my pants don’t fit. Not because I’m busy. I mean, I am busy, I do stuff, but I could put on pants.
So, here’s to wearing pants! 2 lbs a week. By my calculations I should be skinny Kaley in about… three months. See you then!