2 weeks. 2 years. What's the difference?

I posted to my blog 4 times and then a 2 year lapse.  That's officially pathetic. 

Here's what has happened since then:

My daughter, Sohpie, became 3 and a half.

I had another baby, Ava, who is 5 months old.

I got fatter.

I am really fat this time.  I've achieved lard ass/fup status.  It's because I'm busy.  I'm stressed.  I love to cook and eat out.  It's not a good combo.  

I have this thought at least 300,000 times a day (and I'm sure there are millions of women having the exact same thought), "Why is it that I can be a successful mother, wife and business woman, but I can't manage to drop a few dress sizes?" No really?  Why?

I want pharmaceuticals.  When my mother had her kids, my grandfather, a doctor, prescribed speed and she lost all the weight.  I'm not joking.  I want drugs. I won't take them forever, just long enough to lose 40 lbs.  And I don't want Alli.  I prefer drugs of the non-anal-leakage variety.