"It’s amazing how fast you went down."

This would be what Nate said to me the other night in bed. Concerning my belly. Yeah, that’s what he said.

It was an excellent chuckle.

But when you’re too exhausted & busy to eat, it’s pretty easy to drop weight.

I’m still swollen to the point that the discovery of my ankle bones will be Nicholas Cage’s next National Treasure adventure, & my wedding rings are still lonely in my jewelry box. But my face is finally looking thinner & Arnold the Double Chin is rapidly taking his leave. I finally stepped on the scale yesterday morning, just out of curiosity. Only up 20 lbs pre-pregnancy. Not too shabby considering that the Monday before delivery, I topped a 54-lb total weight gain. The Biggest Loser has nothing on the “diet” of giving birth. I’m mostly curious to see what my running schedule will be like after all the fluid disappears — aka how much actual fat I gained due to the cupcake overdose.

p.s. i did break & attempt to put on my pre-pregnancy jeans this morning. they fit up over my hips, but buttoning is an entirely different story. oy.