Number Four is six weeks old and I only weigh ten pounds less than I did the last hour of my pregnancy. What the fuck? Here is a picture of me naked:I have been so disciplined with my efforts to get back down to my fighting weight too! I know all the dieting rules and tips.
- White food has no calories. With that in mind, I have been eating a lot of bread and things like pasta with alfredo sauce, mozzarella and parmesan cheeses and things of the like.
- The calories in hot foods/liquids are burned up. If I want a drink, I have stuck with hot chocolate and room temperature Dr. Pepper (it’s winter. Our heat has been on inside the house. It counts.) I like cheese but cold cheese would have too many calories so, instead, I have queso or grilled cheese.
- I like Oreos. A lot. But, I know better than just to cram the cookie in my mouth! I break open the cookie and lick out the filling, which is white and, therefore, calorie free. I throw away the cookie part or, if I want to eat it, I heat it up in the microwave.
- Wine burns calories. Just opening a bottle burns 500 calories. I drink wine several times a week.
Can someone please tell me, now, why the hell I am not already in my pre-pregnancy clothes? Hell, I should be a fucking waif, given the level of discipline I have demonstrated! What do I have to do? Exercise? That will be a cold day in hell. Let me tell you something, if you see me running down the street, call the fucking police. Rest assured, I didn’t take up a healthy hobby, I am in fear for my life. Treadmills make no sense to me. First of all, it requires you to run, which is bad enough, but to top it off, you don’t go anywhere. The same goes for stationary bikes and stair climbers. What kind of sick, twisted mind made fucking stairs that don’t get you anywhere? But I digress.
I think I need to increase my wine intake.