Numbers don't lie

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Most women would never tell you their weight, and I'm no exception.  But given that I'm anonymous here on this blog I'm happy to share.  On Monday I weighed in at 73.6kg (162 pounds).  At 1m 68cm, that puts my BMI at 26.1.  And that means that technically I'm overweight.  But I didn't need to do the maths to tell you that.  My pants tell me every morning.  The suits that used to fit perfectly before Miss M are now extremely snug or too small.

Some more vital stats: waist 85cm, bust 103cm, hips 103cm.

Just in case you're interested, my pre-pregnancy weight was 70kg, and the lightest I have been in the last 10 years is 67kg.  At that weight I looked and felt great, so that's my short-term goal.

Anyway, this week I've stayed pretty much on track.  No frappuccinos, only one short soy latte in the morning and no bought lunches at work.  

It's been a busy week though so no exercise, unless you count running around after Miss M every afternoon.  Tomorrow night I have conference calls so no exercise tomorrow either, but Friday is clear so I'll be hitting the treadmill or the pool.