I do feel kind of bad for slacking on my weight loss stuff. Mostly because I know I could have been losing a ton more all this time BUT...life happens. The good news is that I haven't gained anything back so that is fabulous. I have gotten back to my nightly walking routine which isn't as unbearable in 80 degree weather as 90 degree weather, so whatever. I don't like walking in the morning as much as I do at night. In the morning I'm pushing a double stroller with almost 80 pounds of kid weight (not including how heavy the stroller is on it's own). I also can't rock the hell out in the morning. There are more people walking around that *apparently* frown on me singing Manchester Orchestra's "Pride" loudly (If you don't know the greatness that is Manchester- you need to educate yourself and push play to the right. Seriously. Listen to that and tell me you aren't rocking the hell out).
But I wanted to give you some updated pictures! Because all of us are just really simple folk and are entertained by pretty pictures.
So yesterday I went for my walk and decided to make Matt take a picture before I took a shower and my hair would look all retarded. Like my "hurry the fuck up- the pedophile is watching" pose?
Mr. O because he missed out on the Muse show in Atlanta. Big SADS. Well his didn't fit either and we were both bummed that boo---our shirts don't fit. He was able to be an awesome friend and give it to one of his friends and she got to wear it and be all cool. But then I was all pissed that I was stuck with a shirt that didn't fit.
Guess what whores? IT FITS. Despite my boobs going from a 38D to a 36DD. WTF?