style="text-align: center;">It’s about that time.
6 weeks postpartum.  

Sigh.

I know I can do it but it seems so daunting.
I’ve done it thrice before but it seems so impossible.

Sigh.

Finding that fine line between seeing the scale move…
And most importantly being able to provide baby with what he needs. (“Milkies”)

22 down, 
30-35 to go.

Sigh.

Yeap, that’s the plan.  
Time to get back to “me”. 
 Back to feeling confident and strong.  
Back to the enjoyment of picking out an outfit.  
Back to my “skinny jeans”… or better yet, a nice, chic, pencil skirt.  I just keep telling myself it will happen.  I know it will.  I know how it works.  I’ve done it after each baby.  This time is going to be even more difficult though, I can tell.  Now there are five people who will be waiting for me to “hurry up and finish my workout”… two that need to be schooled, one that wants to be nursed, 4 that need breakfast, one that needs to get out the door for work… finding time for yourself is almost as impossible as loosing thirty pounds!  
Today was my first workout and it wasn’t as grueling as I thought it would be..  Oh, remember the days where I could throw on my tenny’s and go for a run!  Pound the pavement til all my problems disappeared… (I think if I did that today my uterus would fall out!)   Gotta do it though.  Whatever it takes.  I know darn well how much work is going to be involved over the next couple months… but oh!  to throw on an LBD and heels! 
I can’t wait!  It’s going to be so worth it!
Anyone else need to shed a toddler before Valentines Day??

Go! GO! Go!