It seems that was mostly just a way to delay the pain of the truth for another couple of days. Because if the past few days has anything to say about it, my morning weigh in is just under 160. Consistently. And painfully.
So here's the deal: As of December 1st, I am 19 weeks pregnant (almost 1/2 way!) And I have gained right about 10 pounds from the day I found out I was pregnant. 5.5 of those pounds came this past month. If I KEEP gaining 5+ pounds a month, I'll be 185 or more by the day the Baby Dude shows up.
Okay, I said that to scare myself. Oddly enough, it kind of didn't. That was lower than I weighed for most of a year after giving birth to Maddie Pants. I'm pretty sure that between giving birth, running and hitting that Slim Fast stuff again, I'll be able to recover from that.
Which is especially good news, because I am always freaking hungry. And I'm severely addicted to hot chocolate. I don't even care that I can't have regular coffee anymore. Hot chocolate is waaay deliciouser, and taking a thermos of it to work feels somehow scandalous and wonderful.
So good news for everyone. Everyone, that is, except my doctor, who is going to have a few words with me when I see him in two weeks. I'm going to keep enjoying my hot chocolate, and for those of you who like that stuff, you'll get to see me work my behind off to lose a bunch of weight in a few months from now.
So really, you're welcome. And remember, always look at the bright side of your expanding backside! Wait...