I am winding down from a most excellent weekend with wonderful friends. Four couples, four babies, lots of talking and heaps of food make for a fabulous, if exhausting, time. Once I get my pictures uploaded I will treat you all to the four cutest hapa babies you've ever seen.
Of course, four babies means we are all exhausted on a level
I've never quite experienced. And our kids were GOOD! Super nappers, happy with
their toys, friendly with the grown ups, perfection in chubby packages. But
still. Very tiring. Also,
kept looking at me like, "What is up with all this noise, woman? Aren't you supposed to be the one taking care of me? Could you please shut those other babies up?"
Anyway, it is the food I would like to talk about right now. (What I should be doing instead: stripping off the spit up and slobbered on shirt, climbing into bed, ordering my husband to give me a foot rub. The things I do for you!)
So, the food. Cinnamon rolls. Noodles with peanut sauce. Salmon and rice. This crazy yummy chickpea and black bean and rice and chicken thing. Fricking VEGAN DOUGHNUTS. Before the weekend started I was completely in love with myself for having dropped two pounds in the last week. Two! That is two whole pounds more than I'd lost in, oh, about a month.
This morning I saw that I gained one of those pounds back.
And tomorrow morning I will probably note that I have gained back the other as
well. And all I have to say about that is: DAMN YOU, FRIENDS WHO KEEP FEEDING
ME DELICIOUS CARBOHYDRATES!
(And the wine. I may have had a bit of wine.)
Seriously people. I am feeling the Carbo Loader Blues tonight. I was doing so well! Salads for lunch, meat and vegetables for dinner and sucking down low carb fudgsicles when tempted to throw back an entire bag of chocolate chips. But this weekend I ate my weight in rice and bread and noodles, not to mention hefty side orders of sweets. (We went here Saturday night! How could I help myself?!)
Here is the sad truth, Internet. Sweet adorable
When I put it that way it doesn’t sound so terrible. But I lost most of those 28 pounds pretty early on and the last month or so has been slow going. Those summer clothes never made it out of their plastic storage box. And the last 17 are the difference between the fat jeans I’ve been wearing all summer and the two sizes smaller stuff in the back of my closet.
I know I know. It’s called: Don’t Eat The Ice Cream,
Oh, and all you people who are all, "Breastfeeding! It is a weight loss miracle!" You people are liars. Ly. Ers.
I’m hoping to get a post up sometime soon about Three
Months: A Whole New Baby and Do Everyone’s Husbands Play Dorky Board Games
Requiring Miniature Plastic Fantasy Creatures You Can't Bear To Admit Actually Belong To Him Or Just Mine? But seriously, I
was not kidding when I said my shirt was soaked with slobber. I'm starting to reek.