
The smorgasbord is over. It's been a 39 days since I gave birth. And after 9 months of gaining weight--a whopping 45 pounds--the jig is up. Yes, that's right. Forty. Five. Pounds. Surprise! That's what happens when you lay in bed and eat a steady diet of pasta with butter and cheese.
Post birth, my friends and family spoiled us, dropping off dish after dish. They just kept coming. Not wanting to offend anyone I ate every delicious bite. I. had. to. eat. it. all. I just had to. Not to mention there was no time to cook. No time to shower. No time to [insert any adult related activity here].
Despite the family and friends cook for you diet, about 25 pounds of my weight gain just disappeared...slid off or out of my body. The remaining twenty? No so much. I can see that it wants to hang around. Literally. It's time to get back to moderation and some exercise. But, before I make like Jennifer Hudson, how about a some creamy pasta, a so-called last supper? In other famous last diet words: I'll start tomorrow!