Yesterday, while at my sister's apartment, something urged me to step onto the bathroom scale. Long gone are the days when we kept a scale in our house, beneath a thin layer of dust, under the pile of laundry. I hate scales. They make me feel inferior, as if they know I just polished off the last of Ben and Jerry's Late Nite Snack (of which I am positive Husband had none).
So, imagine my surprise when the evil scale told me I was only 4 pounds away from my pre baby weight! Four measly little pounds.
Tonight, to celebrate (well, after taking care of the ice cream), I slipped (squeezed) into my old jeans and pranced around my bedroom. They might not be what some would deem "public appropriate" yet, but they zipped! Winning.
Dear Hillary,
ReplyDeletePlease save me some ice cream next time.
Sincerely,
Your Husband
P.S. I also am only 4 pounds over my pre-baby weight.