It's around midnight. Mini woke up briefly wanting some juice, and after I put him back to bed I couldn't sleep. I'm working (or not) on my wip and making notes. I managed to reach my 7-8k goal yesterday - somewhere in the middle of that. Today I won't stop until I've hit the 9k mark. That should lead me well into the weekend - and I should be scratching my way through a print copy by that point. *fingers crossed*
I got in a copy of the South Beach Diet yesterday. When I got pregnant with Mini, the doctors really crawled my case about eating like a trash can, particularly while having diabetes. My weight was on track, no problems with that, but a small tater tots with cheese from Sonic was and is enough to send my blood glucose soaring into the 300s. Anyway, they sent me to a nutritionist and internologist because they didn't think I was to the point of needing injections to handle the bg, just a drastic (and quickly implemented) change in diet. They ended up putting me on a modified version of the South Beach Diet - which I totally rocked while pregnant - and was told I should stick with it once I had the baby, as well. Did I do that? Stick with it, I mean. Mm.... well... *blush*
What can I say. I'm a bad girl and I like sweets. I know, super irresponsible of me, and I deserve a spank and all that. *lol* You'd think a rickety blood glucose level would sort of deliver the spank for you, but that wasn't the case with me. A week or so back, I was going through my armoire looking for a pair of jeans and came across a pair of pre-pregnancy jeans. *enter dramatic oogly boogly music here* There is no way I could fit my chubby buns in those jeans now. Which is SAD because I could wear them right after I delivered! There are pictures of me holding up Mini, just a newborn little nibblet swaddled in a blanket and there I am, proud new mama in size 7 glory...
Arg! What the heck happened?! Since delivery, I've gone up at least 3 jean sizes. How the heck did this happen? *eyes drift guiltily over to the cupcakes*
Yeah, yeah, I know... Those cupcake/muffin tops have left the stumps and landed somewhere else. And it's all my fault now that I have the muffin top. :P
After my unpleasant discovery, I finally decided I must do something about it. I hung the jeans of doom on the armoire door and ordered the book through Amazon. It came in yesterday, and whining all the way, I read through the beginning, and through Phase 1, and have since made a shopping list sans sugary, yummy, cupcakey things. Ho hum. None of that, heck, no hardcore carbs for two solid weeks. Is it even possible to survive that? Can't I just go back to being... oh, say, 9 or 10, and being able to eat anything without gaining a pound, please? Please?
So now I need to lose about 20 pounds. Just enough to take off the muffin top. (And hopefully be able to squeeze my rump into the jeans of doom, once again.) My perky internologist would be so proud. Then again, I see a long road ahead. Wish me luck!
Happy Friday, everyone!