Losing weight is the hardest thing I have ever done and I’ve done a lot of stuff – stuff like having a baby.  I’ve actually popped out a couple of the little critters myself.  I admit I was under the influence of an amazing epidural during both actual events but still having a baby is having a baby, right?  Right. 

For the last eight months, I’ve been trying and trying and trying to lose the last 10 pounds of baby weight.  I can’t do it.  I’ll lose two pounds one week, only to gain two pounds in one day without changing my daily diet or exercise routine.  It’s so frustrating.  It’s almost as frustrating as begging my husband to shut the garage door any time he leaves our home.   How hard is it to click that little black button on the automatic garage door remote?  I mean, it’s right there above your head clipped to the sun visor.  Apparently, it’s practically impossible since at least two times a month, I discover the door wide open as I’m shuffling the boys in the car for an afternoon play date.  Do you know his response – “I forgot.”  Yup, “I forgot.”  That’s it.  Frustrating – but not nearly as frustrating as this losing weight business.

I know I’m one of the lucky ones.  I’ve never really had to worry about my weight.  As long as I’ve eaten right and exercised, I’ve maintained a healthy weight and body image.  I have NO IDEA how people lose 30, 40, or 50 pounds.  NO IDEA.  Have you seen those contestants on those reality shows who lose more than 100 pounds and keep it off?  That is amazing!  I figure, if they can lose 100 pounds then why can’t I lose 10? 

I can’t find the answer to that question.  Maybe there is no answer to that question.  I guess I’m going to lay it to rest and hope by writing about my struggles with weight it not only helps me with mine - it helps you with yours.