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I Curse You, Jelly Donuts!

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When I was pregnant with Chippy, I got into the rather bad habit of running (driving, actually) down to the bottom of the hill on a pretty regular basis for a jelly donut. Some mornings I resisted, but usually those little suckers beckoned to me relentlessly. In retrospect, I should have ignored them, but boy, were they good.

I am fairly certain the jelly donuts accounted for at least 50 percent of the forty-five-plus pounds I gained while pregnant.

Maternity pants are really comfortable, but I am definitely ready to say adios to the elastic. To take the baked goods analogy a little farther, the bun has been out of the oven for a while now, but the muffin top still remains.

Several weeks ago, I started going for walks with the kids, both for exercise and sanity reasons. We live in a really hilly area and, as I quickly figured out, pushing two kids in a double stroller up and down semi-mountainous terrain is a great workout. Not to mention that between scheduled feedings every 2.5 hours, making sure Bobo gets fed, I’ve found I’ve often gotten the short end of the stick (timewise) when it comes to feeding myself.

So, imagine my delight to find the other day that I could fit back into my pre-pregnancy jeans. With no small amount of finagling, I can even manage to zip them up.

Sitting while wearing the skinny jeans … well that’s another matter entirely.

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