Isn’t this all getting old? You know, the posts about HASAY that go something like this:
"This week I did nothing. I ate like crap. I didn’t work out. I am fat. I am depressed. I give up."
That has been the content of my HASAY posts lately and this week it is no different. A sick mommy one week and a very sick baby the next week and I am back to square one -- fat, miserable and craving chocolate.
I’m going to try to get on the Wii Fit tonight and am hoping it doesn’t scream at me: “What!? You haven’t been on here for two weeks!? Are you trying to stay fat you, moron?!”
We’ll see how that goes. We’ll also see how it goes with my new determination to write down everything I eat during the day. My hope is that I’ll look at it, feel incredibly guilty, and try harder the next day. Instead I’ll probably feel incredibly guilty, become overly stressed and stuff my face with something fattening.
It’s bad when even your husband notices stress makes you eat more.
I told Hubby last night that I was so hungry all night.
“Well, that’s what you do when you’re stressed, you eat,” he said.
First off, though, I had only had a few handfuls of Doritoes (bad, I know) and a peanut butter sandwich all day, so it wasn’t like I was gorging from all the stress of Jonathan being sick. Still, it was a wake up call that even Hubby notices my dependency on food to cheer me up.
A Recovering Toddler
Thank you to those who have been sending well wishes our way for our Jonathan. I’ve hated seeming so dramatic about it all (shut up, Brother), but Jonathan really is usually a trooper when it comes to illness, something I attribute to all the ear infections he had the first year of his life (all 11 of them). This time around it was as if the life had been sucked right out of my kid and that terrified me.
Today I saw a spark of life come back into him and while he is still tired, and it is obvious he is still not feeling well, it is also obvious he is slowly on the mend.
My parents, or at least my mother, have been beside themselves with worry since Jonathan first became more like a wet noodle and less like a toddler. I’ve updated them several times a day the last five days with condition reports on their Jonathan. I’m thinking of starting a Facebook page just for Jonathan to cut down on all the phone calls. That might be pretty funny actually, once he starts feeling better of course.
Status, 4:45 p.m. Monday: Pooping behind the chair. Mommy will never find it here.
Status, 9 p.m., Wednesday: Driving mommy crazy. Refusing to go to sleep. She’s screaming and her face is turning funny colors. So funny.
Status, 10 a.m., Friday: Daddy just pulled out the hair he had left and his forehead and ears are bright red. That’s not good, right?
Status, 7:30 a.m., Saturday: Mommy thought she was going to be able to sleep in. Ha-Ha. What a LOSER.
A good sign in Jonathan’s slow recovery is his request to watch certain movies. For four days there were no cries of “naut!” (a.k.a. astronaut, a.k.a. Toy Story) or Cars! (a.k.a. Cars!). He didn’t even seem interested in TV or books, or making me talk to Buzz Stupid Stinkin’ Lightyear.
After a request of “naut!” Sunday night we curled up in the chair and watched Toy Story for probably the 30th time, which I didn’t mind since my toddler actually seemed somewhat interested. Today he is beginning to appear more like a toddler and less like a glassy-eyed, drugged-up rock star. And that is worth having to hear “To Infinity and Beyond!” 50-times any day.
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