The holidays have passed, and I survived with only a three-pound gain. I can live with that. I’m not happy about it, mind you, and I wish that I could rewind time and change a few things. But I can live with it.
I am actually already making changes to stop gaining. I gave up on egg nog a couple of weeks ago (that was so very hard to do; I don’t know why I am as addicted to egg nog as I am). I am reducing the number of sweets that I eat. And I am starting to get some exercise back into my routine.
I see the nine pounds that I gained since Colin was born as exactly what they are: a slight bump in the road. I fully expect and plan to get back into the swing of things, starting this week.