Daniel's first birthday is coming, and as it approaches, I have been doing a lot of reflecting, on things like how little sleep I have gotten in the past year and how much sugar I have eaten. (It takes a lot of sweets to keep going on very little sleep.) I've also been thinking about how said sugar habit has kept me from losing--you guessed it--the last five pounds.
Now I don't tend to obsess about the numbers on the scale too much, but I do have one big motivator: I want to wear my pre-pregnancy wardrobe again. My all time favorite khaki pants. My hot pink pants that I wore to my rehearsal dinner. And, of course, my skinniest skinny jeans. I've cut myself a lot of slack this past year because it's been one heck of a year, but I'm ready to give my best effort to getting rid of enough of the baby weight to wear my old clothes. Therefore, I am embarking on the Pants Challenge.
My goal is to get back into at least one of my old pairs of pants by August first. There. It's out there. I'm committed. Time to ramp up the exercise, go to bed early and take naps (essential if I'm going to cut down on the sweets), and control portions. If I do meet my goal, how do I plan to reward myself? How else? By getting some brand new pants.