My sister is in town for the long weekend, so I’m going to take a few days away from the blog.
When you read this, you can pray for me, though.
She brought a 70-piece box of Godiva with her.
If you don’t hear from me by early next week, you’ll know that my strength failed me and I’m in a sugar coma.
So I’ve lost a total of about 15 pounds since my husband left.
Well, the total is probably more like 25 if you count all the weight I’ve re-gained and then re-lost.
Several times.
But I am at a new low, at least since way before I got pregnant with Audrey, and since I am yet again awake and trying to cough up a lung at a horrible hour (is there any good hour to expel a major organ?), I thought I’d update you all on my weight loss.
So, anyway, me in June is on the left, and me currently is on the right. It looks so dramatic on screen, but I actually haven’t even gone down a size yet!
You know what it is? The website automatically distributes the weight over your whole boday, but I am here to tell you that that is NOT how it works.
It would be nice if I lost from my stomach.
I, however, lost from my forearms.
I have very svelte wrists.
My fingers are positively thin, and my wedding ring spins circles on my finger again.
My stomach still looks pregnant.
And that is just not fair.
A virtual model of how I look now (shudder)…
Hopefully I’ll have a different model to put up next month!
And I’m addicted to sugar.
I don’t know how it happened! We were staying in hotels and constantly on the go, and we’d stop at Starbucks here, get a little dessert there…
And now I’m stressed out, tired, and every day when my kids go down for their naps, I scour the cupboards for something sweet to eat! I tell myself that it will be just one small bite, but yeah, that isn’t working.
I think I have to go completely sugar free to detox because I seriously cannot resist these cravings right now!
Originally posted at OWOA
Blest over at One Weigh or Another asked us to dream big and share, if we could do anything after we lost all the weight we want to, what would we do?
My dream is this red dress that I own. Not so much the dress itself, but what the dress represents.
I wore this dress last year when my husband and I went to Cancun after he returned from Afghanistan. I was 15 pounds from my weight goal.
I looked good. I felt good.
I wore a bathing suit in public.
I frolicked at the beach.
Frolicked.
In a bathing suit.
In public.
I didn’t care if my husband saw me out of the dress either 
Also, I was a better mommy. I had more energy.
I got down on the floor and played with my kids more. The whole family went for walks and jogs together. I played at the park instead of just watching my kids play.
I want to be that person again when I lose all this weight.
