Spoke too soon

I think I mentioned in an entry one or two back that we ”ordered” a baby that didn’t spit up and I thought that order had been filled. Nope…he’s a puker all right! Poor guy has so many cute clothes that are now covered by bibs all day, every day. Bath time tonight for sure…he stinks! lol

So WW again tomorrow – I’m a little scared. I went a tiny bit off program this weekend. It was hot here…finally. When it’s hot I like to drik cold beverages. It just so happened that my beverageS of choice on Saturday started off with pear vodka (straight from the freezer) shots – at 3pm. Following that I dipped into a bottle of white wine – so cold, so tasty. Once that ran out I decided I needed a beer. Halfway through said beer…I finally decided it was time to stop. We had a pretty good dinner – grilled some super lean steaks and had cauliflower potato whip – it was the copius amounts of fresh grated parmesean cheese and margarine that I added to the concoction that wasn’t such a good idea. Needless to say, I woke up on Sunday feeling like garbage…and starving. Groceries have been a little scarce in our house for the past week, so all that I could come up with on Sunday afternoon was pancakes…with lots of syrup. Hubs ran out to the store on Sunday evening and got us a BBQ chicken and salad…ahhh…back on track. So, like I said, I’m a little scared. But I was good all last week and have been right on track yesterday and today, so maybe it won’t be that bad. Afterall…last week I lost 4.2 and that was after chinese on Saturday night and leftovers on Sunday. Damn! Weekends are tough.

I’m offcially (as of last Wedensday) down 12.4 lbs…YAHOO!!! It feels really good to see that number go down. And once this effing rain stops I plan to get out there with baby and walk my ass off…literally.

Rob & I are having some money troubles again. The Visa that my mom got for me on her account has been maxed since our wedding. Well, over maxed actually – they had to raise the limit to allow all of our wedding chages through. It hasn’t been down since. Our SECOND anniversary is in a month. My mom & dad have given me so much financial help over the years that the thought of asking my mom for help was making me ill…and really putting a strain on Rob & I. He finally bucked up and asked his mom for help. And thank the angels…she’s going to help us. She’s arranging a low interest loan for us to pay the card off (and ease that weight that has been on my shoulders all this time), but she has put a condition on it. She is requiring that Rob & I lose weight. Im not sure if I should be insulted by this or not. But, since I’m already on that path and Rob has been following me, we’re meeting her challenge and hoping to see some serious changes in our appearance by the time we take our family photo for Christmas cards. My idea is to get us dressed up asap and take a family photo so we can compare it in December. That plan, however, is having a hard time coming to fruition. Boo. We should have taken the pic on Saturday…that would have been awesome! Not only would we look skinnier in our next photo, but sober too! lol It was a long pregancy without any wine….don’t judge! lol

I am patiently waiting for Rob to get home from work so I can have a nap. Parker has been getting up twice a night for the past few nights becasue we are working on getting him to bed by 8:30pm. That end of things is working really well, but he gets hungry at 1 or 2 and then again at 4 or 5. I have to remember he’s still just wee and this will change in time. If he could eat more than 4oz without puking most of it up we might be able to go longer, but I’m suspecting reflux so we’re on smaller, more frequent feedings. Oh God…imagine the barf if I was feeding him more than that…it would have been a tidal wave! SICK.

Off for now…I’ll be back if WW tomorrow is good news. If it’s not, it will proably take me a few days to get over myself and come back here to write. I am the only one who can do this and I am the only one responsible for pouring those drinks down my throat on the weekend. Sometimes you just gotta live. Next time, however, I will definitely limit my intake to 1 or 2 glasses…the headache and the cravings for carbs the enxt day just aren’t worth it anymore. Holy Shit…I think I’m growing up!