I believe there’s hope for me yet!  And that’s saying a lot for an overtired mommy with a baby boy at home who’s (hopefully) recovering from his first cold. 

We’d been cruising along, getting cocky. “We’ve got this parenting thing down,” we thought.  Then our 10-month-old little guy started dripping at the nose… and stopped sleeping.  We eventually learned that you can’t do a heck of a lot about it either, except comfort him (yeah, right) and wait it out.  Miserable baby = miserable mommy.  Why didn’t anyone tell me about this before? 

So after a few sleepless nights (for all of us), I am officially a walking zombie.  Shoot — I couldn’t see straight on day one.  I had to close one eye to read my email at work.  Today, I can feel my own cold lurking in the back of my throat.  I truly think this week is harder than that first week home after Baby Blue was born.  I am equally as clueless, but he’s not sleeping nearly as much.

So — how does this relate to my weight loss?  Because I haven’t thrown in the towel.  I haven’t decided that due to all of this stress and exhaustion I should just screw healthy eating and go for whatever makes me happy.  During a few moments of desperation when I just needed to eat something, I actually found healthy items within reach (at times, they were all that was within reach — lesson to be learned here).  So, despite the fact that I feel like I’ve been beaten with a dead animal all week, I don’t have the added guilt and angst for eating a bunch of garbage, too. 

And I figure, if I can do that during sick-baby stress, then work stress shouldn’t affect me at all. 

Now, if we could just convince Blue that the snot-sucking bulb syringe isn’t the devil.

Written by Cheryl on Thursday, October 15th, 2009 at 9:52 am
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