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Full Term - and back to 240

another fly by posting...

Yesterday was 40 weeks 0 days for me - technically known as the "due date"  someone forgot to inform the human growing inside me of that fact however.  He's late.  Oh well - I trust mother nature knows what she's doing.

But since this blog was started as a weight loss blog - the "weight loss" news is that I'm back to 240 pounds.  How depressing is that?  I know it's for a good cause and I'm actually doing pretty ok with it - but I can't say I'm not anxious to see how the scale reacts after he's born and in the weeks following. 
Will I be excited to watch the weight drop off?  Will I be disappointed that it's not dropping fast enough?  Will I be able to regain my momentum and get back on the proverbial wagon? 
Only time will tell. 
Stay tuned though - I will be back. 
If this pregnancy has taught me one thing - it's that I don't want to go through life this heavy ever again.  My body is NOT happy with the extra bulk.

So - until this baby is born - and I'm back on track - thanks for sticking with me!

TTFN,
LauraLynne

Comments

TRI714 said…
oooooooooh exiting baby ! yeah !!!!! Don't stress about the rest.
Ms. M said…
Wow! I can't believe that much time has gone by already. Hope the little guy decides to join the world soon. At least we've had a cool summer so you haven't been roasting. :)
I am excited for the arrival of your new addition! I hope for a smooth and quick delivery. I look forward to the ride down back to where we want our weight to be. I know we can do it.
jesseybell said…
Good luck with the impending birth.

With both pregnancies I was 216 at my 10 week appointment. With the first I was 246 at my 40 week appointment and with the 2nd I was at 231. But with both I got to 216 within 3 weeks of their birth.

You are going to do great and we are hear cheering you on when it is time to start losing again for real.
Dr. Fat To Fit said…
So glad to hear from you. Glad you and baby are doing well. Take care and focus on being a mommy. There's time for fitness soon enough.
Welcome back! Give yourself time to heal and purge the hormones. It will take time. Been there.

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