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The Skinny

Related Blog: The Skinny 4 months away to the big 40.  Goal: lose 40 lbs.  10 lbs a month.  That's doable, right? I would be happy with 30 but I am aiming high.  I've never dieted before so we'll see how it goes.  It's going to be tough since I have to keep my calorie intake up as I am still breastfeeding.  I guess I should check with my doctor to see if this is something I should even attempt! Here's the skinny: I'm sure that you are all familiar with the term "freshman 15".  I have coined a new term: the "first year 15".  The first year of marriage that is!  Yes, I put on 15 lbs during my first year of marriage.  The happiest 15 pounds for sure! I was pregnant during our 2nd year of marriage. Add 50 lbs.  I did pretty good for the first 5 months in terms of "target" weight gain.  I was able to wear my regular jeans up to that point.  By month 7 I had gained 35.  After that I really excelled!   Post baby I have lost 32 lbs. 

I believe in Bigfoot.

After having our baby I commented to my husband that he got taller.  Nope. I shrank. No more cute heels for this lady.  It's 'flats'-city as far as shoes for this new mom.  Hello sensible shoes! I haven't chronicled my pregnancy from start to finish.  I was too busy 'in the moment' during that time.  Maybe I can tell my story in bits & pieces until it all comes together.  I didn't do a photo log of my progress either, maybe I should have?!  Oh well. Anyway, back to the blog title: I believe in Bigfoot!  No, not the big hairy man-thing that people claim to have sightings of.  Big FOOT as in what happened to me as a result of pregnancy. Prior to baby I was a size 6. Occasionally a size 6.5 in athletic shoes. Though I have been warned by those close to me that my foot size may change, I didn't really take stock in it.  Big mistake.  I actually bought a couple of pairs of shoes prior to becoming pregnant that are still un-worn.  I was just waiting

"Firsts"

I am mommy to a sweet 6 month old baby boy.  He has been going through many "Firsts" as of late. His 1st cry when Mommy leaves the room, 1st teeth (not "tooth" - 2 at once for my baby achiever), 1st foods (rice cereal, peas, pears), 1st man farts (by this I mean the aroma is that of what a full grown man would produce - Imagine Guy Fieri, Adam Richman, Andrew Zimmern...picture the foods they eat: type & quantity)... You get the picture. 1st word you may wonder?  Da-Da-DA-da.  He even said what sounded like 'da-dee', my husband insists he said 'Daddy'.  I refuse to admit that. I will confirm though that he is repeating 'Da-Da-DA-da' over and over with much intention.  A bittersweet moment for this Ma-ma-mA-ma.  Prior to this recent chattiness I had been whispering to him that his first word should be Ma-Ma.  I guess he didn't listen to my coaching...takes after his 'da-dee'.  Boys. Gotta love 'em. Well, Momma got the ki