OK, so it didn't happen by just waiting alone, don't let Giselle Bündchen convince you otherwise. I've ignored a lot of cupcakes since January 1st, dammit. Even though I've been on this new, healthier kick since just the first of this year, it's still been one year, three weeks and five days since I first wanted to write the last sentence of this:
Since the first of the year I’ve: run two straight miles for the first time in my entire life, signed up for my first 5K (this month!), have decided go to meatless the month of March just to spice things up in the kitchen (you can see what I’m making here), can make it through the 30-Day Shred feeling pretty good instead of near-death (still Level 1, though) and have given up alcohol for Lent.
Oh, and I lost the baby weight.
You can read the rest of the post here.
I've still a ways to go, but there's not a single pound on my body right now I can blame on Kyle. The stretch marks, though? Still glaring at him for those. Regardless, feels pretty damn good.