Lazy as I’ve been, gotten a few walks in and a hike, I’ve done better. Eating isn’t completely under control and a bit of a panic is starting to set in because I’m going to be feeding the little man less and less milk as he starts solids. That means less easy calorie burning.
Weight is still not what it was before I fell off the wagon, but I’m on it. I’m trying not to think about the failure too much. Just take it a day at a time. What else can I really do? Moderation is better than perfection and then total despair.