and to lose 20lbs apparently.
In the time it takes an egg and sperm to grow into a full grown "feed me, clean me, let me sleep bundle of cuteness" I have lost a whopping 20lbs. Yes this is probably because for the first 5.5 I wasn't committed, got sick, sprained my ankle, had an attack or two but still 20lbs.
Now on one hand I'm super excited because my clothes fit better, some that were too small before now fit and others are becoming too big. If I keep my core muscles engaged it looks like I have a two vertical pack forming under the top layer of fat. I look younger because I'm skinnier - I think fat can age a person. I won the weightloss challenge at work. I can run for more than a mile continuously even with some pretty steep hills.
On the other hand... I should have lost more... I feel like at least 20-30lbs more. It was 9 months for goodness sake.
Now it is officially summer and "OMG, I hate clothes" hot but I am not "Let's get naked" thin. Yesterday I thought about those nine months a little harder as I worked to get a sleeping Tink and half awake LoLo out of the car so we could go to the market in 91 degrees. I broke a sweat, a nail and I'm sure a record for how fast you can go from cool to sweating without being menapausal. Aside from doing it in a two door car, it made me realize that I need to get my life (body) together if I'm going to keep asking God for twins.
So I was thinking about changing the movement from "Losing a Toddler to Find Sexy" to "Losing a Toddler to get ready for Toddlers" no??
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