Poundage

Math quiz. What do you get when you add next to no exercise and constant eating? Give up? The answer is 18 pounds in as many weeks, that's what. Oh. My. God. I caught my reflection in the glass of my office building yesterday and didn't like what I saw. My backside looked like a pair of cantaloupes alternately pumping underneath my skirt like a 2-cylinder. If I don't watch it I'm going to have an ass you can rest your beer can on at parties.

As a first step, I've started to track what I eat in a food journal. It will help me be more mindful about my habits and avoid eating like a hobbit* (i.e. breakfast, second breakfast, elevenses, luncheon, afternoon tea, scavenging the work kitchen, dinner, supper, before bedtime snack). No wonder stretchy clothing was at the top of my Christmas list this year.

Most importantly, I've injected some much-needed exercise into my routine - billable hours be damned. I still attend my Sunday morning service with Ditas (on the tennis court). I've also started to walk in the mornings once Kate and Jon are off to school. Since Kate has started swimming again I'll also cram my "baby got back" into suit and add some pool work with Kate on the weekends. I realize my new outlook may not last beyond the second trimester honeymoon period (since when did a honeymoon involve excessive belching and constipation?), but hopefully it will fend off this pound-a-week progression.

And here I am at 20 weeks.

In other news, my nails are looking fabulous!

[*ED - decided to look up the real hobbit meal terminology after first posting]