No, I am not back to my pre-baby weight.  Not even close.  Sorry, hate to disappoint you.  BUT, I am back into two pairs of my pre-pregnancy jeans, albeit my biggest ones.  Whatever, I’ll take it, muffin top and all.  It means I’m on my way!  I swear, I will be back in my skinniest clothes by Memorial Day, which is the six-month mark.

Did I tell you that I’ve been working out really hard five days a week for nine weeks now?  And I’m eating reasonably healthy except for the absolutely necessary end-of-the-day-wine that I really, really deserve after taking care of a baby all day.  I swear, I never drank alcohol on weekdays before unless it was a special occasion, but now I know the meaning and the origin of happy hour.  I know men think they made it up in a bar after a long day at work, but I think women made it up at home – after a long day at home.  Which sounds more desperate to you?  I just know I’m right.

Also, I am pretty sure that all the celebrities who are back to their pre-pregnancy weight three months postpartum are members of the Illuminati and sell their souls to the devil himself.

Well, that is all I have to grace you with today.  Thanks for allowing me to ramble!

Tomorrow:  everyone is talking about oil-pulling, so let’s join the party.

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