Ugh. Why do I feel guilty that I’ve gained five pounds? Shouldn’t I be happy? Isn’t this my goal? I’m worried my doctor’s going to yell at me. But I have a comeback for that (he didn’t give me any nutritional guidelines, so I went out and bought the most recommended book and have been following that. So there.) I think it’s more that I’ve struggled with my weight for my entire life, so I’m used to an increase being a bad thing.

For now, I’m just going to try to keep it steady, see what happens. Funny thing is, my clothes all still fit, so I don’t exactly know where the weight is going. It’s probably all of my running muscles turning to blubber. Charming. No, wait, that doesn’t work. Muscle weighs more. Dang. Who knows, then?

And I just want to reassure my new triplet-mom (and mom-to-be) readers that I will take it very easy when it’s time. And I’m taking it easy now. I promise. 🙂 I’m a lazy slob at heart. I don’t think it’ll be hard to revert to my slothful ways. Heh. (Thank god for Netflix and the DVR, that’s all I have to say.)

I don’t have a terribly exciting weekend planned, but next weekend…yeah!!!