After Braeden was born, I hated the way I looked. None of my clothes fit properly and I hated seeing myself in pictures because of how I looked.

After feeling terrible about myself, I joined Weight Watchers and did fabulously; I lost 57 pounds and felt awesome and looked pretty dang good. Then I went and got knocked up again.

I’ve already blogged about my love of junk food, especially during our NICU time ( https://adventureswithmultiples.wordpress.com/2014/02/14/if-you-eat-all-the-oreos-you-might-as-well-be-dead-to-me/), and now I’m paying the price.

I have about twenty pounds of baby belly (and thighs and hips) left, so I’m back to where I was before; limited clothing options, hating the rolls.

I’m back on Weight Watchers, but have been half-assing it. With the weather finally getting nicer and an array of maxi dresses in my closet, I’m determined to get my ass in gear, literally. I love taking the girls and Buds out for walks, and my activity points keep adding up.

Now, I just need to keep my hands out of the cookie jar.