And really? If we're talking Hawt, I would need more than just dropping 10 pounds to be going on around here. Maybe some help from Tim Gunn, Ken Paves, and perhaps some creative painting from Bobbi Brown? That might get me somewhere. Oh, alright. Throw in a tummy tuck and boob job...
The weight isn't necessarily a Thing anymore. I don't really feel so bad telling you (all of you! EEEP!) that I weigh 160 pounds. Ok, now that I did that, I feel a little bad. But whatever, it is what it is, right? But the THING is that this 160 looks COMPLETELY different from a pre-pregnancy 160 - this weight wasn't unheard of in skinnier times. But I still can't wear anything I used to. My legs are skinnier and my belly is fatter. I still have back boobs. And muffin top no matter what pants I wear because my fat starts very suddenly a little below my belly button and ends just as suddenly a little above my belly button. I NOW KNOW WHAT A SPARE TIRE REFERS TO!!!
Hopefully the partial weaning will cut out some of the OMG Nursing Hunger. That'll help things a little bit. I swear I could eat Lucy's blended veggies and chicken for how hungry both nursing and running makes me. And maybe the weaning will also take care of the back boob issue (maybe? please?).
I'd mostly like to finish losing the rest of that weight so that my knees have an easier time when I run. And to fit into some (ANY!) of my summer clothes. And I'm really curious to see if, WHEN I weigh 150 again (145? Will I ever see you again?) whether my body will still be this weird different shape that it has taken.
So, now I need a new Hot By Thirty. Maybe Slimmer by Summer. Or Fabulous by Fall. I'm not giving up just because the Thirty part is coming (WAY) too early, people.