We went to Old Navy yesterday because I wanted to get some new non-pregnancy pants. I could squeeze into my pre-pregnancy wear, but I’ve got a conference coming up so I didn’t want something tight. So I just purchased the next size up — 18 — thinking that surely they would fit. And if I didn’t like them, I could return them. While I was picking them out, I kept thinking how huge the pants looked, and thinking that surely they would be too big. (Maybe my 16s were just too tight because they’d shrunk in the wash.) Imagine my disappointment when I instead found that they were too small.

“Well, I guess I’d better start going to Weight Watchers,” I told DH. His reaction — total support but also total seriousness — spoke volumes. He isn’t the type to say anything, but he’s obviously worried that I haven’t lost any more weight post-pregnancy. (Not for his sake, but for mine.) He’s facilitated me getting my bike fixed, which I hope will help me get more exercise. He’s expressed willingness to watch the baby while I go to WW or go for a bike ride. I definitely need and appreciate the support.

I’m not completely decided if I should do the Core plan or the Flex plan, but I’m absolutely going to a meeting Saturday morning. Three meeting times to choose from (within walking distance of the house) so there’s absolutely no excuse. Plus no joining fees. Here goes…

We took my bike in for a tune-up (to the tune of $125 or so) yesterday. I should get it back next Tuesday. Hopefully the weather will continue to be glorious on the weekends, or perhaps I’ll even get a chance to work out during the week. We’ll see. I’m still kind of psyched about it, although I have this terrible fear that the first day out on the bike will sink my spirits. I think as long as I don’t compare myself to others, and just go at my own pace, I’ll be OK.

Things I’m going to do:
1. Serve myself smaller portions.
2. Bring food to work so I’m not tempted to go to the cafe downstairs.
3. Walk up and down the staircase here at work whenever it’s practicable.
4. Try to dress nicer and groom myself better, to inspire myself and help visualize the future me.

Yes, I’m back. Sort of. This weekend, probably due to the amazing weather we’re having, I felt this inexplicable urge to exercise. (OK, so I didn’t actually exercise — the tires on my bike are all messed up and then I noticed I was exhausted from lack of sleep.) Then I noticed this morning that I’ve lost a few more pounds post-pregnancy (without trying, really.) I could even wear my wedding/engagement rings and my watch today. So I figure these are signs that I might actually be ready to do something about my weight/fitness situation. Pretty exciting, eh? Given all of the pressures on me right now (work, mothering, etc.), I’m not going to join WW or do anything particularly organized. I’m just going to make better choices in a few different areas. Mostly, in the area of portion control. Then we’ll see what happens.