Knights Becoming and a Lady in Waiting

The Attack of the Calories

It has finally happened.  After more than thirty years of enjoying an enviable metabolism (no baby weight two weeks after my first child; I lost weight during the first three months of pregnancies #2 and #3 and had to eat ice cream, chocolate, and other high-calorie foods to keep from becoming ill), my metabolism has stopped.  Not slowed down.  Stopped.

If I eat a modest cheeseburger with lettuce, tomato, onion, pickles, and mustard (single patty, single slice of cheese, etc.), my legs grow two inches in diameter... and I'm hungry two hours later.  If I have a very small, 200 calorie chocolate bar (because woman cannot live without chocolate if she wants to stay out of jail on a murder charge), it goes provides enough seat padding that hard chairs are pretty comfy.  Ice cream?  I don't even dare look at ice cream.  The little pooch at my belly just puffed out in anticipation from typing the words.

How did this happen?  Okay, admittedly, I spend far too much time sitting here typing and not nearly enough time running after my boys outside.  (This could be why God blessed me with three charming little balls of energy in the first place).  My daughter is a fairly dainty eater and doesn't seem to steal as much from my body as the boys did when she nurses.  I did run a mile this week, but I made up for it by eating about three servings' worth of ice cream in one sitting.

So maybe the extra 27 pounds I've packed on is all my fault.  I suppose I should take responsibility and start on a sensible eating program, get outside on a regular basis (is that what's on the other side of that door??), and try some physical activity, just to see if it kills me.  But not today.  Today it's cloudy out.  Today the kids are grouchy and need a rest period.  Today the baby is napping and I need to do the dishes.  Today, well, I just don't feel motivated.

But tomorrow I'm going to show that scale just who is boss... right after I finish off the ice cream.

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1:52 PM, Mar. 8, 2006 .. Posted by Midge

If it helps any I never lose weight after a girl is born, but when I have a boy those pounds just come off.

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2:52 PM, Mar. 8, 2006 .. Posted by wdement

Welcome to my world! LOL

I too am a chocoholic. There is a new drink in the vending machines at the mall called a Milky Way Slammer. It tastes just like the candy bar. yummmmmmm
Guess I'm going to the mall tonight! :-)

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3:29 PM, Mar. 8, 2006 .. Posted by Academy252

Can I just say, "I could have written this post!!!" LOL You have now entered the world I call PERIMENOPAUSAL ANTICIPATION... anticipating what you ask??? Menopause of course... ROFLOL

Welcome, welcome... come right in and have a chocolate chocolate chip cookie - they just came out of the oven and will add a pound for every cookie you smell, much less eat...

Holding more than 20

9:41 PM, Mar. 8, 2006 .. Posted by PrairieView

I'm with you. I just had my baby in July -- OK, that was 8 months ago -- and I still have 27 pounds to shed. It seems to get harder the older you get and also if you have them closer together. Every time I start getting down there and feeling more like myself I get pregnant again!