It's moving, but.. -- Week 12--

On my way back. LA is beautiful, but I'd rather have it minus the smog.

Ok, the last five pounds are hard to shed. Not that they are really hard to shed, but it's because I feel like I have the rights to devour bars of chocolate and ten loaves of bread everyday now.

I am so proud of my accomplishment for the past few weeks. It feels good to be able to fit into my old jeans, laugh at my maternity shirts, and buying fitted wardrobe again. It feels good when my husband tells me that I looked thinner, and when I can actually look at myself in pictures and have genuine smiles again. It has been a battle for me; I love food, and I hate exercising. But it was when I saw my postpartum photos and a friend who looked amazingly fit after only 3 months of having her baby--that I've really decided it was time. If I didn't do anything about it and just let it be, I would let go. Really, really let go.

After 12 weeks of wiking (walking and hiking) on a 6-days-a-week basis (yes, I've really pushed myself,) I am happy to say I've "bounced" back to my pre-baby weight. It hasn't always been easy; I've had my struggles. Now I know not to be bitter at those celebrity moms who went back to their normal selves after having babies; if it was hard for me, and I took my time, I can't imagine how challenging it must have been for them that they feel they need to look good after only 2 weeks. I would, however, never want to be in their shoes.

In the end, the train is still moving, but it's finally coming to a stop. Though a slow, very slow stop.