It seems he sprouts a new roll or two each night while he sleeps. I think he's doing it for me. I LOVE my babies chu-bby. I love how his cheeks hang over his swaddle and and his thighs are starting to dimple. And not ONLY because I'm hoping and dreaming that he's sucking that fat right out of me. A mama can dream.
Speaking of fat. My brother in law Joe has lost like 63 pounds of it (ok maybe it doesn't work quite like that? But still) --- 63 pounds over this past year. He blogged about it here. He's the thinnest I've seen him (and that was ten pounds ago at Christmas time.) Lacy's lost a ton too, but I don't know how much. It was after their third baby that they both got so motivated, and really committed to Body For Life. (That's the only "plan" other than common sense that I've ever stuck to and really loved.)
It's giving me this new idea that maybe, JUST maybe... it's not too late to get in the best shape of my life. I keep wondering if I'll have the guts to commit in writing, on my blog, that I'm really going to hit it hard and stop keeping frozen cookie balls on hand in the freezer or eating the chocolate off of yesterday's donut for breakfast. I really do like good, whole foods and I think I cook pretty healthy. But I am ADDICTED to treats, and when I get tired or lazy, I don't even know what I eat. And it's not working.
So, I'm not promising anything yet, but I'm close. Maybe. After we're out of samoas. Or caramel delights... whatever they're called now.