Like many moms, one of my many goals in life is to get rid of the baby fat from my pregnancies. Now that my youngest Zevan is nearly a year, it’s about time I do something about it.

Since Jan 2, I have been tracking my food and exercise with a program called BalanceLog by HealtheTech. It’s not the greatest, but it has kept me accountable. I am doing this with my friend May. We post weekly reports so that we can hold each other accountable. We have had our ups and downs, but overall, making progress.

I’m 5’2.5″ and started at 135 in January. I’m down to 127.5, which is really good for me. I can’t remember the last time I was under 130. My original goal is 125. Just 2.5 lbs to go!

My “dream weight” is 120. :lol: I haven’t weighed that since 1996, but hey, it’s worth a try, right? Other women my height weigh closer to 110, but I am smart enough to know that’s not healthy for me. According to my wrist measurement, I have a large frame.

It’s not just a numbers goal – my main focus to tone my upper arms and lose this pooch around my waist. My arms are shaping up pretty good, at least on top. That lower arm flab is hard to get rid of. Not as hard as getting rid of the belly, though!

I actually went for a run today after breakfast at Grandma & Grandpa’s (Doug’s parents) house. It felt really good. The weather was perfect. Not too sunny, just warm enough. I have got to step it up if I am going to lose those last 7.5 lbs.

I was doing really good with eating today, too. After lunch I was at 718 calories. Then I blew it with a caramel sundae from Dairy Queen. Well, most of one. Luckily, the boys ate some of it, too. When the weather is nice, ice cream is definitely my downfall.

On the parenting side, Zevan and I had a bad no-sleep night last night. He woke up at 2:00 AM to nurse, and then kept waking up every 45 minutes to an hour until 6 AM. He refused to be calmed, and wouldn’t open his eyes. He cried some, but mostly, he was just loudly complaining. You know, not actually crying, more like protesting. He wasn’t hungry or wet. It was so frustrating. I really hate those kinds of nights. He was squirming and flailing around the bed. UGH. Not sure if it was teething or gas or what. I really, really hate those kinds of nights.

At one point he was crying/complaining loudly enough that it was waking Zander up. Dad came and got Zander so at least Zander could get some sleep. After I nursed him again at 6 AM, we both slept until 8:45 AM, which is late for us. My whole day felt thrown off. But I did get caught up by lunch time.

Well, that’s all I’ve got time for today…