Inner Battle

So, perhaps you're wondering how my weight loss is going.  I should be down about 5-6 pounds now, right?

Uh, yeah.  Actually, I'm up a few pounds.

*sigh*

It seems that whenever I focus on losing weight and deny myself things, my bossy self comes out and says, "You can't tell me what I can't eat or how much I should exercise."  And then I promptly eat a bowl of rocky road ice cream to show who's boss.

I don't even want to get on the scale anymore because I know what it's going to say.  Then the side of me that's trying to lose weight will tell off the side who is so independent.  "See what you did now?  We weigh 3 more pounds!  So was that ice cream really worth it?  Huh? Huh?"

And the independent girl sighs, then cries, then submissively heads to the kitchen to eat an orange.  Then maybe walk a few miles on the treadmill.

I'm thinking I need to join a gym again.  That's the only time I could actually focus on my workout and honestly, I was motivated by the people around me too.  If the lady next to me cranked it up a notch, of course I had to as well so I wouldn't look like a wimp.  We have a treadmill here at the house but working out on it requires Mr. M to watch Goose and she's kind of attached to me right now.  If she can see me, she wants me to be holding her or entertaining her.  I don't mind it, either, but I also don't want her to have a fat mama.

Curse you, you postpartum pounds.  I will get rid of you one way or another.