Downside to diabetes control.

I’m gaining weight.  None of my pants (except sweats and two pairs of stretchy-ish pants) fit me at all.  With my husband’s help I can get into them but it’s painful to wear them.  Guess I need to do some shopping.

I only weigh 140 now so it’s not a terrible number (and I just did a Facebook thing a few weeks ago where I was able to say I still weighed about what I did in high school) but I’m not really happy with where it’s settling.  In some areas it’s kind of nice (my boobs, which basically deflated after I had my son, are pretty much back) but in others I could definitely deal without it.  My belly is what’s bothering me the most.

I’ve never been built with a flat belly but I remember being kind of soft in all the right places when I was 18 and I miss that.  Now I’m just sort of squishy in some of the wrong places.  Granted I’m almost  a decade past 18 and have had a child (a rather large child) so I’ll never be built that way again but I’d like to get close to it.  Problem is I just don’t have the motivation right now to put in extra effort.

You’d think God would make it so that the energy it takes to take care of a newborn/infant/toddler would be directly proportionate to the energy you need to expend to keep your pre-pregnancy body.  That kind of nullifies the argument of those that believe God is a woman.

New pet peeve for today:  Bruises from injections and/or sites.  Would kind of ruin the bikini body if the weight gain hadn’t already.