I've Still Got Room

I read a quote that said, "my swimsuit told me to go to the gym, but my sweatpants were like 'nah, girl, you're good'." And it actually seemed funny until I. saw. myself. in. a. swimsuit. The truth is weight has never been an issue for me--hate me if you want to; I have my own issues--until now. Yes, I did gain 60 pounds with my first pregnancy, but those pounds slipped off my body like the sun slips beneath the horizon at sunset. And, there has never been another sunrise...well, a weight-rise might be more appropriate. Until now. Until I sat for months with a fractured knee. Until I started craving strawberry ice-cream in the middle of the night. Until eating peanut butter straight from the jar seemed like a good idea. Until now. I'll tell you straight up, it's time for an intervention.

Tomorrow.

My sweatpants are feeling pretty roomy tonight.

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