When we first moved, I was so close to pre-baby weight. Sadly, I have come roaring back with a vengeance with an insatiable sweet tooth. Coincidentally, Boop's favorite saying these days is "Mommy, can I have cookie?" To which I am supposed to respond, "No Diabeto, roll back to kitchen." It's an excerpt from the Family Guy. Maybe I'm Diabeto, and I need to *stop* rolling into the kitchen. Boop still has a very limited list of foods that she will eat. She is nearly as tall as me but really thin. I am pretty sure that there are a few extra pounds floating around, and if you lose them, someone else gets them. So, I think I have captured all of her weight, which is probably true, as I end up eating the things that she won't. I just can't be bothered with my weight before Christmas. After Christmas, there will be a reckoning, and it has to be gone before our trip to Costa Rica this summer.
I don't get the fascination with 0.5x, either!
Until that time, I wish you a joyous and gluttonous Christmas, whether it be hunkering down from the snow, enjoying the beach on the other side of the world, or somewhere in between, as in our current locale. Maybe I'll see you in the New Year? Stranger things have happened, and even stranger things usually happen to me.
