Eeek

So I realize that I recently had a baby and all, but it sucks that I can no longer fit in my pants. Plus, since I'm breastfeeding, I have the added bonus of looking like a porn star in all of my shirts.

Nothing says 'professional lady' like having your shirt buttons pop open in the middle of a meeting. And occasionally, I catch men on the streets giving me a creepy look as I walk the two blocks to my office.  This usually means some sort of flesh has been exposed as a result of  my too-tight clothes.

So I signed up for Weight Watchers. I tried signing up in September, but I could never make my Saturday morning meetings. Either the baby was crying or I was sleeping after being up all night or my husband was running a long distance and I needed to watch the baby.   I tried bringing the baby once but everyone kept turning around to make faces at her or they stared at me every time she made a noise. Not a good experience for one who doesn't enjoy being the center of attention. 

I think Weight Watcher Wednesdays is going to do the trick! I'll go after work -it's on the way home so I have no excuses. And based on the number I saw on the scale tonight, I absolutely need to make sure my giant arse is planted in that chair every week.

I think I'm going to use this blog to track my efforts - it gives me a record of what I've done, plus it adds another layer of accountability.

So stay tuned - a new butt is coming!