Ugh the scale was sort of nice to me today. I was 4 ounces less then I was last week. That means I have exactly 11 pounds to go until I am at my pre-pregnancy weight. Why does it mean so much to me to see that lower number every morning, yet I forget about that completely every night when I am eating Grandma's cheesecake or Dairy Queen Blizzards. Well DQ is closed now and Grandma's cheesecake is almost gone, so maybe just maybe I can jump back on the weight loss bandwagon tomorrow. I would love to have all the weight gone before Derek is 6 months old. I just want to be pretty and sexy again. If only we didn't have any halloween candy left!
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