The Secret to Weight Loss

I know the secret. I know... It so simple and yet so...contradictory. But it's true. I know it! The secret to the most often asked question particularly among women: What do I have to do to loose weight? Well, let me just tell you...because I KNOW!

Here it is. Get ready. It's not eat less or exercise more. It's way easier and less time consuming than that. What is it? I'm going to tell you...

GETTING PREGNANT!

Yes, that's it! Sorry men, you're out of luck. You'll have to stick with your higher metabolisms and ability to just eat more. I feel no sympathy for you. Yes, I have simply lost 12 pounds and 2 pants sizes in 22 weeks. People usually assume I have dreadful morning sickness. While I did for a while, it's long gone. Well, you must be taking better care of yourself. No, I don't think so. As you know, I'm obsessed with food altogether and have been for some time, not to mention a rigorous worker-outer. Those things have not changed. I still drink coffee, though I've given up on going black. I like to think that I'm just more efficient. It makes total sense if you think about it. My metabolism is way up. Sure I'm hungry all the time, but it takes a lot less to fill me up. I smell everything and sometimes that's enough to keep me from eating.

Really, I have no idea why I'm shrinking everywhere except my tummy. The doctor says she's not worried, so I'll just not question and be thankful. It can't last forever. At some point, I'm bound to gain. Until then, I'll just keep sporting my pre-pregnancy clothes that are now too big!

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Tiggerr said…
I really hate you , you know. Not really. The minute I get pregnant, I start actually eating as opposed to forgetting to eat. My lunch gets packed by "you know who" with things like fruit and cheese and "gasp" healthy things and I immediately gain 5 pounds. Yes I know the baby isn't any bigger than a pencil eraser but I am 5 pounds heavier.

So sorry, your secret is out, you're just weird, (excuse me unique) but we love you anyway

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