I can say, I think, even though we don’t own a scale (well, I think we must, but I don’t know where it is or whether we have batteries for it), that I have finally lost the baby weight. From all three babies. In fact, I’m a pnts size smaller than when I had Sam–which I suspect means nothing more than that pants sizing has changed, because I know what I was like then and what I’m like now, and it’s not that different.
So, lost the weight. Got on my bike, biked, 2-4 times a week, long rides, hills, even trails, and it acutally worked. I can now go up the “brutal Chieftain hill” without stopping, at least, and I’m supposedly doing a fifty mile ride one week from today. I’m told it’s fairly flat, which is good, as I really haven’t done more than 25…but I need challenge, right? Also to get out of the house, I’ll do just about anything.
So, that, a sit-up regimen twice daily (because odds are one won’t happen, although some days I do manage both, and some none) that’s actually working too–more to get those c-section muscles back than anything–and I gave up bagged snacks. No more Tings or any of thier friends, except at parties. Because I can’t eat just one.
But I think the biggest trick was this: Not getting pregnant again. I do believe I’ve found my own personal secret to lasting weight loss.