>There is something quite humbling about having your love handles pinched by a body fat measuring device, manned by a perfectly toned personal trainer. But, much like how I never imagined that I would allow myself to lay in a hospital bed with a spot light and a crowd all gathered around my lady parts, desperate times call for desperate measures. And at nearly 2 years removed from Thea’s grand entrance under the spotlight, my belly growth has taken off again and this time I have no excuse, so desperate measures it is once again.

I bought the gym membership in a fundraiser, the fat pinch and weigh in were a free bonus. I have a long ways to go, but talking about it creates accountability, right?