Or why I am a terrible mother. . . and other random thoughts.
Let's start with why I am a terrible mother:
1. None of my children have eaten breakfast yet this morning, despite asking for it more than once. (okay. well they haven't eaten anything that they couldn't get for themselves.) (i did feed the baby. but that was about as easy as it gets)
2. I just plunked my boys down in front of the TV so that I could blog.
3. I have no idea where (in the house, of course) my girls are or what they are doing. But they are not complaining to me, therefore I will not bother them.
On to the blogging break: We moved the baby out of our bedroom (yea!) and into the room with the computer. (crap) Which means that my usual blogging hour of 9-10 in the evening is gone. Because he is the lightest sleeper EVER. And so, for the last two days I have not had time during the day to get on the computer. And, just so you know, catching up on all the new posts takes a long time-- and that is without comments. So sorry for the lack thereof. Maybe tomorrow.
And finally on to the randomness. Well, just one thing really. Whoever invented diets should die a horrible death. Because they are horrible. And awful.
Remember this? Well, I tried to spin it in a positive light. Which worked for about three hours. After that it just made me depressed, forcing me to don the sweatpants and curl up in a ball and eat and eat and eat and eat. And then about a week ago, I decided that I really don't like the size that I am, and I wanted to do something about it. So a few days ago I started dieting hardcore. (and by hardcore I don't mean I became anorexic or anything. I just really started dieting. Writing down exactly what I was eating and cutting out a severe amount of calories.) I also made a conscious effort to exercise more. And after 3 days of that I learned a few things:
1. I hate dieting. I am CONSTANTLY hungry. And I don't care what any one says. If you are on a diet you are going to be hungry. And vegetables are not filling. Seriously.
2. I can handle exercise as long as it is masquerading in the form of something else. Like gardening. Or walking to school to pick up my kids. Or dancing around the kitchen.
3. (this one's the kicker) When I diet, I don't make enough milk. (I'm nursing, if you didn't know. ) Therein lies the rub. Baby is still solely nursing, won't take a bottle and not old enough for solids. So there you go. Diet out the window.
So for the next 8 months if I plan on losing any weight at all, apparently I'm just going to have to exercise more. So basically, good bye $500. Maybe I'll see you next year.