Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Hello Weight Watchers
I'd walk past the bathroom mirror, were I could only see myself from the shoulders and up, and declare, "girl, you look good". My theory is, that the bigger your belly gets, the smaller the rest of you looks. But once that baby comes out, the truth is revealed. There you are, in all your splendor; flabby arms, a sagging tummy, a double chin and a big ole tush. My outfit du jour post pregnancy, leggings and a maternity t-shirt. I was fine with that, until of course I walked into H & M and decided that I would "just try a few things, in a few larger sizes". I should have known better. In the book "what to expect when you are expecting", they should state in the very last chapter in big bold font: Do not attempt trying on new clothes after your pregnancy, unless you are an unnaturally skinny celebrity or you have been graced by the good lord with fabulous genes, because you will find yourself in tears or pissed off at the world when you leave that dressing room. Or something like that.
H & M was a mistake. Because then I tried to diet, but whenever I watch what I am eating, the reverse effect happens and I get the sweetest tooth known to mankind. My mind wanders to a specific chocolate muffin I had back in 1997, or the distinct flavor of a Boston creme donut. (Blogger's mouth is watering right now) So after seeing Jennifer Hudson strut across my TV screen for the 8th billionth time, singing some "you can believe in yourself" tune, I turned to weight watchers.
And here I am, counting points on my new points calculator.
So in baby news, Charlotte started smiling and cooing. I feel I need to record something about her, I wrote a lot about Max. I found diary entries about his sleep schedule and places I took him. I'm afraid I don't have the same time with Charlotte. It's just as wonderful but different. She nicely fits in to the puzzle. She's growing and sleeping and eating and pooping (a lot). She seems easy going but I hope I'm not ignoring her too much. I would like to join a baby group with her. It would be 45 minutes of uninterrupted Charlotte time. Right now she gets me alone from 8pm to 7am the next day. I almost don't mind waking up two times a night, (although last night it was 3 times) so she sees that mommy really does care about her just as much as her older brother.
Posted by Daniela at 5:37 PM