Bump Watch

I have to admit, I am an adorable pregnant woman. Problem is, I'm not pregnant, I just look it.

I stood naked in front of my mirror for twenty minutes yesterday in pure wonderment. I know there's no baby in there, but the rotund sack protruding out of me may cause some to believe otherwise. What scares me is that, if I don't get rid of this appendage soon, what will I look like when I'm actually pregnant?!?!

Needless to say, in the past five months, I have made little to no progress in terms of weight loss. In fact, I've managed to do the exact opposite of what I set out to do. I now work out less and eat more than I ever have.

The first year of marriage has definitely proved to be challenging in the way of finding enough hours in the day. It doesn't help that I live 60 kilometres away from where I work, so I'm more or less losing two and a half hours a day strictly on commuting. By the time I get home, it's almost 7:00 and I'm pooped. If my husband is working a late shift, and I have to prepare dinner, it means I'm cooking something simple, which usually translates to fattening, and I'm not eating until 8:00 (at least). The rest of the night is spent lounging on the couch in front of the TV because, let's face it, at this point the last thing I want to do is haul my ass to the gym.

I know these are all excuses. I know that if I really, really wanted to, I could find the time. I also know that life isn't going to get any easier. Next will be babies, and with that, a million more excuses.

I just had a vision, and in it was a gunt. I need to do something about this fast!