Ah, sweet release...

YES, the welcome release when you slip in to the yoga pants from the all too constricting jeans you used to look good in.

It would appear that I have somehow managed to sneak on 10 lbs. since the end of January. This is frustrating, devastating and all around perplexing. Mind you, I have never been what we shall refer to as a health nut, but I don't go around pounding cheese logs either. I was recently placed on a lovely new medication to fight some alien presence in my abdomen, and I suspect that it may have contributed in some way to this fuller figure. Don't get me wrong, I can handle a bit of fluctuation- heck, I'm used to it, but I can't even wear my pants without living in fear that the elastic from my underwear is going to slice through skin. The underpants have always been a good barometer for how the weight war is going. If the underpants are too tight, then there is a severe problem- really what gets more wear than those bad boys, so they should be nice and expanded to accommodate your normal size. If pinching and bunching sets in with the bottom layer, you can bet on the fact that you've expanded somewhere you didn't intend to.

Friday marked the beginning of my commitment to healthiness, but I fell off the wagon by Sunday. I re-upped on Monday with renewed dedication and a commitment to the cause. Admittedly, had a slight hiccup last night while watching The Biggest Loser, but I couldn't help it- it's tradition and I will seek penance from here on out.

I'll keep you posted on the battle... who knew that 8 lbs. could be such a pain in the ass, literally!