Updatey

Many apologies for going dark--Luke and I have been living the high life with my parents in Salt Lake for the last couple of weeks and blogging (actually, all things Internet) has really gone by the wayside. Lots of pictures to follow when we're home and I have access to my camera cables again, but for now we'll just run down the numbers:

-Number of days Luke has woken up before 6:00 am: 7
-Number of days I have woken up before 9:00 am: 2
-Number of days my dad has gotten up at the crack of dawn to play with the baby so I can get some freaking sleep: All
-Number of pounds I've lost since starting Weight Watchers: 9.2
-Number of pieces of mouth watering homemade cherry pie I've refused: 47
-Number of points in one piece of mouth watering homemade cherry pie: 9
-Number my baby will be turning in just 13 short days: 1

So, as you can see I've paradoxically become the queen of both sloth and willpower on this trip. Hopefully returning to "real life" shortly will cure the former but not the latter. Hope you're all enjoying the last few days of July!

Progress Report--Week 1

I fully expected that this entry would be full of whining about how hard it was to stick to a diet, especially since I've never tried to really watch what I eat before. Therefore, I'm pleasantly surprised to report that staying on my Weight Watchers plan has been really, really easy. I've eaten more fruits and vegetables in the last 7 days than I think I have in the last 7 months; realized that most of my favorite foods are still okay to eat as long as I A: don't eat them every day, and B: limit my portions; and upped my activity level. Result? I'm down 4 pounds from this time last week.

Now obviously I'm not going to lose that much every week, but it's nice to know that this diet is really working. My challenge this week is to keep up my good eating habits while having to eat out once a day due to a conference I'm attending. I went over my daily "target" points today without trying at all, so I need to really buckle down if I'm going to do continue my good progress.

Rain, rain go away

Three straight days of rain. Three straight days of MONSOON rain, almost a month before monsoon season is supposed to start. Three straight days of being cooped up indoors because of the piss-poor drainage that's caused the main roads near us to flood. Three straight days of grey skies and canceled activities. Boo.

Accountability

Scene: One year ago, C's OB/GYN's office

Dr. J: I see here that you've gained [insert unspeakably high number] pounds during your pregnancy. I'm concerned that you're going to have trouble taking them off.

C: Pshaw, I gained the weight, I can take it off. How hard can it be to lose [unspeakably high number] pounds when you're running around after a baby and breastfeeding?

Dr. J: Just so we're clear, I'm not going to answer that question for fear that you'll throw something at me.

C: I'll be fine, trust me.


Scene: Last month, in C's bathroom

C: Hmmm... I wonder what I weigh these days? I'll just pull out the old scale and find out.

*steps on scale*

*Silence*

C: AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

C: That can't be right! I weighed this much when I was 6 months pregnant!

*thinks*

C: I guess all those pints of Haagen-Daz have been adding up. And the Pirate's Booty. And the egg rolls. And every other piece of crap I've shoved into my mouth without thinking about it for the last few months. Fock. I need to go on a diet. Maybe I'll just try eating sensibly on my own. I'll be fine on my own.


Scene: Last weekend

C: Hm, wonder how that DIY diet I've been kind-of sort-of doing is coming along?

*steps on scale*

*silence*

C: AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! Two more pounds? What the hell??? "Fine" my ass.


Scene: This morning

*type, type, type*

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C: Okay, it's done. I'm officially a a Weight Watcher. I wasn't "fine" gaining all the weight during my pregnancy, I wasn't "fine" trying to lose weight on my own, and I'm definitely not "fine" weighing this much. Hopefully this works.

End Scene

My hope is that by making my weight loss attempts public I'll be a bit more motivated to stick with it when the novelty of entering every bite that I take into the computer wears off. I'm trying to lose 26 pounds by parent/teacher conferences in early November, which seems do-able all things considered. Today was my first full day on the diet, and I was surprised at how not-hungry I've been. A half cup of pasta with meat sauce can be surprisingly filling, and a serving of sorbet is almost as good as a pint of caramel ice cream after dinner. Baby steps.

Accountability-wise, since Mondays are my official WW weigh-in days, I'm going to start posting here about my progress every Monday as well. Wish me luck!

The sound of evil

I hate the ice cream truck. Every afternoon at 3:30 pm it rolls through our neighborhood BLARING the pinwheel song, and every afternoon at 3:31 Luke wakes up from his afternoon nap SCREAMING at the top of his lungs because no amount of white noise can drown out the music.

If he would go down for an earlier nap our problems would be solved, but alas he's steadfastly refused to go down a second earlier than 3:00 for the last month. Other than bribing the driver to skip our street (or at least turn the music down) what other options do I have? Homicide has come to mind, but I think that might be a bit of an overreaction.

I'm sorry, were you saying something?

Because while you had your back turned, look what Luke was up to



and then he did this



and this



No, it's not really walking, but considering that he's pointedly ignored the push toy since we bought it two months ago, I think of this as significant progress in that direction.