Day One for O.J.- THE WEIGH IN

So, my bestie and I have decided it is time to take some action and shed the weight we have gained over the last few years. Apparently, somewhere out there someone is losing a ton of weight and WE are finding it.
First let me introduce myself. I am a working Mom with two of the most beautiful children in the world. Pregnancy for me was sweet freedom to eat as I pleased. After the birth of my daughter, I lost the vast majority of weight that I gained during those 9 months of grazing. I got within in nine pounds of my pre-pregnancy weight and was feeling pretty good about life. Then I went back to work. Back in the office, I put back on about eleven pounds. I decided to join weight watchers and within a few weeks was back to losing the weight again only to find out that my sweet little number two was on the way.
After having my handsome son a mere seventeen months after giving birth to my sweet little girl, I was pleasantly surprised to see that again the weight came off fairly quickly. Ten weeks after my son was born, I weighed less than my pre-pregnancy weight with him. I still had weight to lose, but I was well on my way.
HOWEVER, after having been back to work for ten months, I now weigh as much as I did when I was full term with my daughter. I remember coming up with a plan in the delivery room with my mother. I wanted her to distract my husband when it was time for me to admit my weight. I was mortified that he would know how much weight I had put on during that first pregnancy. We had not been married long and I did not want the naturally skinny bastard, I mean the love of my life, to know just how much weight I had put on. And here I am today, NOT nine months pregnant, NOT full of baby and ice cream and cheese cake and all the other yummy treats that I indulged in daily (Ok, maybe full of the treats, but definitely not full of baby), four pounds shy of that number that I was so mortified about. Quite frankly, I could cry. Or eat. I am an emotional eater. But I won't, because today is a new day.
Yes friends, today IS a new day and I have decided to say See Ya to all that extra fat in my life and am turning over a new leaf. I am tired of being self-conscious about my weight. I am tired feeling less than. I am tired of not fitting into my clothes and being too poor to buy very many new ones. I am tired of telling myself "It's just a few pounds."
So, here is the nitty gritty details on day one of this weight loss journey.

Height: 5'5"
Weight: 201 (Horrifying, but what I expected.)
Waste: 41" (At this point, I went into shock and blacked out. I have NO idea what the woman measuring was saying to me. All that was running through my head is "my waist is the size of a heavy man's. My waist is the size of a heavy man's." I have no recollection of what she said from this point. I know she asked me what was I going to do about it and I wanted to blurt out "After I drown my sorrows with my favorite friends Ben and Jerry and a sweet little treat known as Coffee Heath Bar Crunch, I will start starving myself tomorrow." I didn't however. Instead, in a voice that I did not recognize as my own, I vowed to start eating right and exercising on a regular basis.)
Bust: No, idea I was blacked out at this point
Hips: Still no idea
Legs: Started to take a peak at the number, but changed my mind
Arms: I hate my fat arms and could not be bothered
Body Fat Percentage: I do not recall the number, but do remember the woman saying that I was most definitely in the "very poor" category.
All in all, I have a lot of work ahead of me.