I stepped on the scale today. I am less than what I was before I had Asher. I am two pounds shy of where I was before my pregnancy with Aayla. I am within seven pounds of my wedding weight. I see my wedding weight as the skinniest I have the desire of getting but I really am happy enough where I am at.
I said this as an observation to Ryan last night as I was wiping off the chocolate and melted marshmallow from around my lips... and loading up a second marshmallow on the roasting stick for another smore.
Good enough, right?