Fed Up

So today was the day that I decided that I was tired of the baby weight.  My son is 8 months old, and I am still in maternity pants.  I actually went to the store to buy new pants, but with the little baby pouch I am now the proud owner of, just nothing fit correctly.  But it is time.  I’m very fortunate to have 2 lovely coworkers to walk/run with(which we started today), and I know how to cook healthy food.  It is ridiculous to think that I have gone through so much to provide my son with healthy food, yet I have not been going to that trouble for myself.  Sure, I have been busy and sleep-deprived, but I’m tired of making excuses.  And I’m writing about it here to get myself some accountability =)  I have more to share, but I absolutely must get some sleep….more to come…