Whoever said that breastfeeding would melt the pounds off of you is full of crap.  Baby Cheddar and I are five months post delivery and I've lost a whopping .5 pounds-only 50 more pounds to go.  (Since I didn't weigh myself at the hospital-I sometimes like to pretend that I really weighed 230 pounds at delivery which at least gives me a respectful 25 pound weight loss.)

My initial plan was to go to the gym frequently post baby.  After all, I was off from work-what else was I going to be doing with my time?  Hahahahahahahaha.  To be so naive again.  The first few weeks at least were consumed by being a human vending/changing station.  Now that things have calmed down a bit-I've started venturing off to the gym.  I'm focusing on stress management-I seem to handle things better when I have a regular exercise program and have set a simple goal to get to the gym 4x/week.  (this usually gets me there 3x for at least thirty minutes.)   

I also set a goal for a mini-indoor triathalon-10 minutes in the pool, 30 minute bike and 20 minute run.  I was making good headway (if you call 1 minute runs for a total of six minutes progress) until I hit a couple of roadblocks.  First I lost my IPOD!!!!!!!  Without audio books I'm unable to force myself to run-and it's pretty difficult to read and run at the same time. Also my right foot is all messed up-with heel pain and some middle toe pain. Still, I plan to steal the husband's Ipod and continue training in the next few weeks.

Kids and my husband continue to have difficulty with my weight gain.  All of the kids I work with think I have a brother-or am pregnant again.  Jim has apparently forgotten that I gave birth or was ever slimmer.  (He does this innocently-he's always been a foot in the mouth kind of guy but still...)  His latest?  We were looking at an old photo from the Halloween before I got pregnant.  

I was Dora-Whora.  Jim was amazed looking at the photo-"OMG, when was this taken, like five years ago?"  He was shocked and disbelieving that I looked like that right before I got pregnant.  I put this in as my burning bed defense-you will all be my witnesses.

Anyhow, it's difficult for me-especially since I'd lost  a lot of weight before-I'm afraid that I won't be able to lose the pregnancy pounds-and am too busy to commit to the amount of time at the gym that I would need to seriously attack the pounds.  So I decided that it was time for me and dessert to part ways.

Dear Fat,

cc: desserts/chips/salami

Although it's been a pleasure to have your company over the last year and a half, I'm sorry to say that I will no longer be able to hang out with you.  Valentine's day will have to be our last meeting for awhile.  I'm sure that we will meet up again-at birthdays and parties-and I hope it won't be awkward.  I wish you all the best,

K