By Sunday, hopefully, I’ll have dropped 3 more pounds. Why? Because I’ll be dancing tonight for 2-3 hours and then on Saturday night for close to 5. If that doesn’t push my weight down a bit I don’t know what will. I have been feeling anxious lately about my weight and I don’t know why. I have about 10 more pounds to lose to get back to pre-pregnancy weight and I feel like I should already be there. But I’m not a skinny-minny who pops back to normal either so why am I surprised? I want my little tummy to go away. I’ll keep my butt, hips, and thighs exactly how they are – I like them. I just hate my tummy rolls. I have even considered starting to save money for a tummy tuck if things aren’t better in a year. How desperate is that? I want to just be satisified. I see others with rolls and they are still beautiful. So why can’t I consider myself like that?
*sigh* It really comes down to wanting to wear my old t-shirts. I put them on now and they look like they were made for a teenager instead of me. Ok, some of them are but I love Snoopy and sometimes the only place to find him is in a teen section. But they fit before I was pregnant just fine and I want them to fit again.
That reminds me… if you find any cute Snoopy t’s out there, please let me know where. I found an awesome rhinestone one in H&M but they were in my daughter’s size – not mine. Not fair!!!