I can now proudly state that I am *only* 50 pounds over the "really really really about to die from being so fat" category on the BMI chart. I have lost weight to the point that I am now at my pre-pregnancy weight from baby S. So I have lost 27 pounds in three months. I was kinda hoping all 98 pounds would be gone by now, but I knew that was unrealistic. I hoped it anyway.
Hoping doesn't make my bottom any smaller, though. You would think that having lots of little kids would somehow burn it right off of you but unfortunately the opposite is true, and it's almost impossible to get more than two steps in on the treadmill without at least one baby crying or a homeschooler trying to wave a workbook in front of you.
I am trying to encourage myself with the idea that I will be down to the "moderately disgustingly obese" category in two years.