Dear/Deer - What's The Difference?

So sometimes I do silly things - like type "dear" when I really meant to type "deer". It happens.  It's not that I don't know the difference between the two - really, I do.  I'm not claiming to be the best speller in the world but I did make it through the third grade, which I think is about the time they teach you the differences between those sort of things.  It's just that when I blog I literally just type whatever comes through my head, there isn't much filtering or editing going on - and I like it that way. 

So just ignore it and move on. Or go to great lengths to point it out if that's what makes you feel good. Either way, I don't care.

So yesterday's training was suppose to be an easy walk.  I left the house at 5:30 and didn't make it home until about 11 that night - so there was no easy walk.  I'm not trying to deviate from the program but I don't feel guilty about it, like I would if it was a run day.  I do, however, feel guilty about my eating.  Ugh, it's been horrible.  Got to get that cleaned up right now!

This morning as we were leaving the house M asked me if I was pregnant.  I told her no and asked her why she thought that and she told me my tummy was getting big like when I had M2 in it.  I did tell her it was not polite to tell people their tummies are getting big but geez, the kid was just being honest.  And I'm not a big t-shirt person - really, the only t-shirts I wear are the fitted ones so it's not like I can hide the obvious.

And it's not that big of a deal, I know how it works: working out = healthy and not working out = weight.  What is frustrating though is that the weight I have gained has all gone to my tummy.  Well, almost all of it.  A little tiny bit has made it's way to my chest.  Which should have been a positive thing except that little tiny bit apparently favors the right.

I've always been fortunate that I was happy with my chest.  Decent size, symmetrical - not perfect but acceptable.  I felt pretty lucky.

Then I got pregnant.  I had heard horror stories about changes after breastfeeding - everyone said they were never the same.  But it was something I wanted to do, even if that happened - decent boobs were something I was willing to give up.

During that time they actually looked phenomenal. Sorry if that's gross, but it's true. I was so excited.  I thought okay, so that's how it works - it's kind of like a Mommy gift - you get these really amazing boobs while you breastfeed.  Then they kinda get gross afterwards - it 's like a parting gift.

Except that really didn't happen with me.  They didn't get gross and all was well.  Until now.  Now they've changed and I've ended up with a  mismatched set. 

So this is yet another reason that you can bet I will be on the treadmill tomorrow (today is an off day)...at this point I don't even mind if they get even smaller - I just need them to look like they belong together.