Stepped on the scale after drop-off and it said 199.8. I started at 232 back in January, so that's about 27 weeks of slow, boring, unglamorous work with two kids climbing on me.
My jeans went from an 18 to a 14, which honestly feels more real than the number. The thing that saved me is the snack drawer. I pre-portion almonds into little bags on Sunday, and I keep string cheese, turkey sticks, and popcorn in there at eye level.
The kids' goldfish crackers live on the top shelf where I have to actually reach for them, and somehow that tiny bit of friction helps a lot. Dinnertime is still chaos — I'm usually eatng standing up at 5:30 while the 3-year-old negotiates over broccoli.
What's the one snack in your drawer that keeps you from raiding the kids' stuff at 4pm?