Suffice it to say, I ate too much last night and I really enjoyed doing that. Now today, I weigh 148 instead of 146, and I'm painfully aware of how pudding-ish my belly is. I'm not saying I ate so much that suddenly my lower abdomen turned into everyone's favorite Cosby-related dessert, I'm pretty sure, based on things like photographic evidence, that I already had that belly. But I think maybe it looks bigger today.
Sometimes I see a part of me that I don't like, upper arms, thighs, gooey pudding-belly, and I think, "oh crap. I'm gross."
I've decided not to let my gross moments be the end of me. As of this morning (this fat, gooey morning) I still have 28 pounds to lose. 28 pounds from now, I won't have gross arms and legs and belly. At least, that's the idea. There are some things about havin' babies that don't just go away after losing a few pounds.
Dang kids, better be worth it.