Since I’ve been back at work, I’ve been meeting Mr. W for lunch dates nearly every single day. It sort of replaces our dinner dates and outings that we used to have before Allie came along. I can’t stay out long because I have to return to work early to pump, so Mr. W is still gypped 1/3 of his lunch time. Now that my trial is in full swing, I’m going to give Mr. W his full lunchtime and just stay in and work through lunch. It’ll certainly help my waistline.

My angles have rounded off so much in the last 2 months after maternity leave ended that I was convinced I’d gained 15+ pounds. Thank you, all the readily available chocolates, cookies, junk food at work and sedentary job shackled to my desk. And thank you, rich savory lunches with Mr. W. (In case that didn’t translate well over the internet, imagine the “thank you” said sardonically.) I’ve had no time to gym as I’d expected to; during lunchtime I have to choose between eating, pumping, and gymming, and I’d chosen eating and pumping as the essentials and gymming is the luxury. Since I’m still producing milk regularly, my appetite has been voracious. And since Mr. W has not been gymming, either, he has not been focused on his diet. The result are dinners like earlier this week, when we decided to try out a new pizza joint with a buy-1-large-specialty-pizza, get-1-medium-1-topping-pizza-free. The pizzas are definitely smaller than we’d expected, and the slices are small as well, but 9 slices is 9 slices. I have never eaten 9 slices in 1 sitting before. I mentioned it at work as one of our trial attorneys were walking out the door, and he actually backed up, returned to the courtroom and said, “Did I hear you right, Cindy? NINE SLICES?” Yes. All me. 9 slices by myself.

I weighed myself this morning, cringing, gritting my teeth, trying not to scream or pass out. Okay, it wasn’t that bad; just mild curiosity. I was relieved. I’d only put on 6 lbs since my return to work, weighing in at 117. Body fat percentage at 22%, with muscle mass at only 40lbs, which I believe means the 6-lb-increase was pretty much all fat, but 22% is still acceptable to me. Even so, putting on 6 lbs in 2 months when I’m only 5’2 is not an ideal situation. (Here’s info from my prior weigh-in(s), the last when Allie was 4.5 months old, 2 months ago.)

Okay, junk food ban starting forthwith.

Wait, it’s ice cream’s 226th birthday today! Okay, junk food ban starting tomorrow.