So, here's me a few weeks before the girls were due. I gained 53 pounds. Yikes. I was huge and people were constantly staring at me. I knew it was ridiculous that I was embarrassed because I was having twins, but people looked at me as if I was some sort of a freak everywhere I went. I even had people ask me if I was having twins and people tell me that I was big. Duh. You don't need to tell me, peeps. I'm not blind.

So then I had my beautiful babies and lost around 30 pounds within the first 6 weeks. This is what I looked like in October. It was frustrating because I just wanted to look like my old self again. Around October 22nd, I started eating healthy and going to the gym 3 times a week. I started off losing weight rather quickly. I lost 15 lbs by December. Unfortunately in December I ate like a little pig, though, and ended up gaining 3 of it back. Seriously, Christmas week my diet consisted of chocolate and anything with globs of fat on it. It was very enjoyable.
So the month of January I told myself that I would go to the gym 4 nights a weeks to get off those last few pounds. I've lost around 7 pounds since Christmas, and I'm back to my normal weight. In total since October, I've lost around 19 pounds.
To be honest, I'd still love to lose 10 more pounds. I didn't particularly love my pre-pregnancy weight, but I am satisfied for now. If only I could get rid of that spare tire of deflated skin around my belly, I'd be a bit happier. Anyway, I will finish out the month at the gym and then I am taking a two month break. I am physically and mentally exhausted and I have to use all of my strength to get myself to go to the gym every night. I desperately need a break, and my apartment could use a good scrubbing too. And I'm sick of turkey.