It's Just A Number!

The other day I weighed Lucille on our bathroom scale. Then she told me it was my turn, so I stepped on. I do this every morning, so no big deal, right? What I saw made me heart stop for a minute. 202?!? What?? Oh yeah, I'm holding Evy. She weighs 15 pounds, and I was wearing shoes. Phew! Funny.

That night I measured myself and my waist measurement was up 1/2 inch or so. Argh! I love sugar too much. And I only went to the gym once last week. Back to taking this more seriously...

After going to the Naturopath last week, I slowly eased back into eating sugar (and I've quite enjoyed it, I might add). I had one day of the breast sensations, attacked them with extra acidophilus, and though I'm still eating a little sugar, I've felt really good since that day.

Here's my issue: I really like losing weight. But giving up sugar just to help lose weight? Has never worked for me. I'm actually a little "bummed" that I've been able to eat sugar, just because I'd done so well off of it, and I'd seen so much progress! Funny how ridiculous I am sometimes.

I'm technically at my pre-Evy weight now. I'm not the same size yet, but that's coming. However, I was about 10 pounds up when I got pregnant with Evy, so my goal is 175-ish.

I want to set a goal to have one treat a week, and make it so I have something to look forward to. But I feel so deprived and rebellious right now, like I "deserve" to make up for all the lost treats, that I don't think that would work! Ridiculous? Yes.

But I really want to shed these last pounds. Really, really want to.

My goals:

• Go to the gym 3 times a week.
  
• Three days a week John and I do push-ups, and the other 3 days we do side planks and sit-ups. I love that we're setting a good example for our kids. JuJu and Lucille usually exercise with us. JuJu is actually pretty good! She does her push-ups on her toes, even. She's a trooper.
• As always, no soda, candy bars, pre-packaged cookies, etc.
• Lose the last 8-10 pounds in my sleep. :)