The Baby Fat Blog Tour

When my friend Tina email me a few months ago to see if I wanted to participate in the Baby Fat Diet blog tour, Tess was about 6 weeks old. My wardrobe still mostly consisted of stretchy pants. I shot back a sassy reply......something along the lines of "what? are you calling me fat?" .....and eagerly awaited for the book to arrive in the mail.
The book finally arrived, and not a minute too late. Heading back to work after Tess, meant I need to wear "real" clothes on a regular basis. Problem is most of my "real" clothes don't zip up all the way. Well at least not with me in them.
I immediately dug into my new book, written by 2 moms and dieticians Monica Bearden and Shana Aaron.
I liked the format. It was written in short chapters that can be read in any order. Perfect for a mom's crazy schedule. It does a lot to try and give you tips that are "doable" with little time and energy. To be honest most of it was stuff I have heard before......but it was all good to hear again. I went to the store and stocked up on plenty of healthy options and am already down a few pounds. I have a long way to go to lose my baby weight........but now I am armed with lots of new tips, menu ideas and motivation.
Now if only they suggested a food that would make Tess sleep through the night...

Some links to check out:
The Baby Fat Diet on Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/1592577970

The Baby Fat Diet Website: http://babyfatdiet.com/

The Baby Fat Diet Blog: http://babyfatdiet.com/blog

List of Participating Bloggers:

5 Minutes for Books
A Little Whine and Cheese
A Peek at My Bookshelf
Be Your Best Mom
Behind the Mountain
Blog Tour Spot
Bookish Mom Reviews
Camy’s Loft
Fictionary
Fit Family
i don’t believe in grammar
In God’s Image
In the Dailies
Kells Creative Musings
Lighthouse Academy
Mommy Snacks.Net
Mommy’s Must Haves
Momopoly
Quiverfullfamily.com
Real Women Scrap
Refresh My Soul
Roni’s Weigh
The Journey of Writer Danica Favorite
The Law, Books and Life
The Pitter Patter of Losing Pounds
The Sassy Pear
The Unadorned Book Review
wandering, wonderings of a whacked-out woman

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