Week 11 - Mis-shapen Body

Wow! James will be six months next week on the 11th. Time sure flies when you're bumbling about day to day. He's much more interactive and now that we're in a routine, I'm feeling more confident in my ability not to kill him.

Yesterday I managed to get out of the house all by myself and take some time for me. Nothing really special. Got my hair cut. Back to the shorter, shoulder length hair with a little layering so the curl is curl and not frizz. Then I decided to torture myself by going jean shopping since the one pair I have now are falling off me...and tend to get stinky by the end of the week.

I'm currently in a size 14. Went to the mall to use my Old Navy gift card. Nothing makes you feel worse about yourself than trying on clothes that don't fit. I had forgotten what it was like to go into a change room and not be able to wear the style of jean you picked out. I have the classic hourglass figure. Which I liked to flaunt before I was pregnant with tight little tee-shirts (I have quite the collection of female superhero shirts...kinda a thing with me). What this means for me now is while I may have a littler waist (I'll be posting my new measurements tomorrow) my butt and thighs prevent me from wearing a smaller size. The only way I got rid of this problem last time was 25 minutes on the elliptical trainer five days a week...I'm still 6 months away from that. The good news? I could get the size 12's up...just don't ask me to close them around my hips...and my thighs are not pretty in tight pants. Frustrating. I had forgotten all about what it feels like to cry in a change room. I bought 'em though. I will be in them by summer I swear it on my own pride.

Got some gardening done yesterday. I think we're single handedly responsible for the snow today southern Ontarians. Brad cut the grass yesterday ;) Not a lot got done around the house last year both inside and out. I couldn't be bothered (have I mentioned yet this month how much I HATED being pregnant?!) and Brad? Well...he's Brad.

He's trying hard I think. He didn't have his usual 20 point weekend breakfast yesterday. So he's making little changes to start. I'm proud of him. I don't think he's resistant to Weight Watchers. He's done it before by attending meetings with me with a lot of success. I just think he can't be bothered on his own. So I am once again the puppet master and by controlling him, I control me. Go team!

Aerobics tonight. I think I'll try a fruit smoothie before I go. When I get back, two eggs on toast (thanks for the article Donna!). I am feeling good about this week. I need a big loss week to get me back into the "game".

Good eating everyone!