I don’t wear my wedding ring anymore.

It doesn’t fit any one of my fingers.   I can manage to squeeze it in, but it would be a pain to take it out, would either have to yank it out with the help of a soap or lotion, or just cut my finger to take it off.

The reason being that post pregnancy, it seems that my body has decided to take a new form of its own, you know, getting the curves in the WRONG PLACES.   My fingers included. They’ve become chubby at the base.  I won’t even begin to describe my tummy, its state of size and appearance put into proper perspective by Athea my niece who asked me if I was still pregnant.  And to think it’s been a month since a gave birth.

Hayy.

And my clothes! Or shall I say, where did all my clothes go?  My blouses don’t fit.  My jeans are nowhere to be found.  I am stuck with my leggings,  shorts and my one and only slim jeans.  The slim jeans that do not make me feel “slim” at all.  It takes a lot of wriggling, jumping, huffing and puffing just to get both legs inside my slim jeans.  And when I do manage to zip up and close the button, I then get sad and I pity myself while looking in front of the mirror.  And I feel even more sad when I see the Slenda ad on TV.

That’s why I get miserable whenever I have to go out of the house on rare occasions (rare because I also work at home so no need to dress up to go to work).

But then again, I know that this “misery” is gonna end soon, and can be remedied with exercise, proper diet and suppression of my daily addiction to sweets and cola.  Exercise?  That I am going to focus on a month or two from now.

Wish me luck, okay? =)