As most of my subscribers know, I had a little weight loss blog back in the day. I started at 190 pounds in September and shed off 30 pounds in four months. If you are genuinely bored check it out at http://theunablebody.blogspot.com. Speaking of subscribers, I don’t have any, so this is all news to you.
With that being said, it has been four months since I ceased my rigorous workout/diet plan and it grieves me to say that things have kinda gone downhill. Call me Kristie Alley, cause I gained a bunch of the weight back. I blame the baby. There I said it. Now don’t go doing the math on when I stopped working out and when I found out we were having a baby, okay? Just trust me on this one. Yeah, it was definitely the baby. He’s literally the size of a peanut and he’s already giving me problems. Oh, and I don’t feel like typing “he/she” all the time so the baby will be a male.
Anyway sympathy weight is both a blessing and a curse. The predicament of being married to a pregnant wife is that all bets are off when it comes to the menu. For a little over a month, the days of eating salads and vegetables have disappeared, being replaced by Portillo’s bacon cheeseburgers, McDonalds french fries, and Panda Express’ delicious orange chicken. Now that she has a taste for all things unhealthy, I have no accountability. The fact of the matter is that I am weak. When she walks in that door and is craving a big ol’ juicy whooper, how can I say no? Besides, it would be selfish of me to be on a strict diet and to work out constantly while my pregnant wife is eating for two, right? Right? Right! I still blame the baby.
