27 weeks pregnant now - scale's been inching up, emotionally it's hard to deal with. High emotions = more eating = higher numbers = high emotions. See where this is going? Downward spiral - emotionally at least. I've been SO busy with work, commuting, teenagers, and helping hubby keep shop open and running. I'm overloaded. And without the downtime, I'm eating worse than usual. I don't have time to plan let alone cook. But I'm determined and not giving up. It's never too late, right? At 27 weeks, I'm up 22 pounds - I won't lie, as much as I know that it's ok and encouraged to gain weight to grow a healthy baby, it's still really difficult to watch the scale go up. I know that every pound I gain is another pound I have to lose. I really don't have much to blog about these days - life it rushing past and there's not many "victories" - I feel silly blogging about kicks and baby hiccups and growing out of eve...
I do crazy stuff. And blog about it here. I mean not SUPER crazy. But definitely not on the bell curve of normal. I'm an overweight middle aged woman who refuses to let either one of those limit her.