In the midst of Huck fighting off whatever it is that is keeping my poor guy so sick; and in combination with the Boss finally reaching his why-is-everyone-freaking-about Huck-and-not-about-me-so-I-think-i’ll-just-forget-about-being-potty-trained limit, there is me. Before this whole tempest began I signed on as one of the iVoices to participate in the weight loss challenge for the new year. You know what that means, right? It means if I cave and freak out and eat two plates of nachos and a pint of ice cream I am accountable to all of iVillage. (not that I did, mind you. and what do you mean a pint isn’t a single serving?) For a split second in between Christmas and New years I thought about giving iVillage a call and saying that I couldn’t possibly do this with everything that was going on, they would have understood. But then I really thought about it and I decided that yes I could. Eating well is an everyday thing. I am in control of nothing at the moment, except how I react to what’s going on. I can chose to eat everything in sight and cry or I can chose to put my babies in the stroller or carrier and go for a walk to the playground.
A walk would be better for both my butt and my toddler who is just DONE being cooped up with a sick brother.
I can chose to order a pizza and eat it all or I can chose to order lighter fare and then have a dance party with The Boss. We love a rocking dance party round here, don’t you?
And if I should fail one day, and you find me shoveling snickers bars down my gullet, then my guess is that iVillage, being the largest womens website like, ever, will understand. I’m actually really happy to be able to participate right now, it’ll help keep me sane. ish.
Hopefully we will have some answers from the EEG soon, and have MRI scheduled. Huck has to be sedated for that so chance of stress eating will be high. Hold me.
*iVillage compensates me for my video work. If only I could convince them to pay me to not eat snickers.