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Two words: GOAL WEIGHT That's right, folks. I now weigh what I weigh when I got married. (Derek remarked that this was impressive as the size of certain assets have doubled since the wedding which is why I don't my wedding dress would zip anymore, sigh.) I would like to thank breastfeeding, Diet Coke, bananas, Lean Cuisines, my husband and family. It was an honor just being nominated. And what am I going to do now? Well, try to not get pregnant today or tomorrow (and if you don't remember, any time I make public declarations like this, it tends to backfire. May I introduce you to Ezra?) and maintain this until such a time as there is a new bun in the oven. It is incredibly rude to ask a lady what she weighs, so I'll tell you so you are spared the rudeness. Before I do, I would like to put this disclaimer out there: It appears that the women in our family have very strong, very heavy bones. Like lead lined. We don't really break bones or get osteoporosis, and our skeletons alone weigh 108 pounds. The weight I am about to disclose is still on the "high end" of normal according to the "experts." I am a loose size 8 or a snug size 6. To help you have perspective, I weighed 186 the day Mr. Ezra was born. This morning I weighed 142. Damn. That feels good.