The Box

There it is, the last one I had to open. Since we moved to a smaller home when Rex was 2 and half months, it was a perfect time to edit my closet. So I filled two big plastic containers with the clothes that I couldn’t fit into. I recently cracked the last one open. I can basically fit into these clothes now, although not always cutting the finest figure in them.

THE JELLY BELLY REMAINS.

I do a long walk with Rex almost everyday. Go to the gym once a week to work with weights and such. And try to do Stroller Strides at least once a week. Frankly, I blame my kid. Vivien was such a phenomenal nurser, I think she sucked the fat right out of me. Rex likes to nurse, but he is easily distracted and took an interest in solids before she did.

Result? Harder to lose weight and rough diaper changes.

My closet cannot handle the influx of the new “thinner” clothes. Now, I need to give away my maternity clothes, and I need to fill this box with a label that says “FAT CLOTHES.”