WI Wednesday: the snot-encrusted version

(heaves big sigh…)

OK, let’s get right to it, shall we?  I’m back UP 1.5 pounds.  I’m not shocked, not indignant, not anything.  There follows a long list of excuses reasons, but I think I can sum this up pretty quickly: I ate too much of the wrong things. The why’s are there, but in the end, they’re irrelevant, aren’t they?

In no particular order:

1. Hormones.
2. Too salty foods too often, including last night.
3. Didn’t workout yesterday.  Probably won’t get today’s in, either.
4. Not drinking enough water.
5. Comfort food in the evenings after hectic days.
6. Not grabbing a snack at 4PM, therefore being ravenous by the time we eat (6:30) and eating too much.
7. Relying on coffee, rather than sleep, to keep me going throughout the day.
8. Cabin fever, not being able to get out for my walks.
9. My kids are sick.  So sick.

Most of the above can be linked back to #9.  Liam seems to be on the mend, and is actually back in school today.  But Harry.  Poor Harry.  He is ooey, gooey, snotty, hacking, rasping, seeping, eyes crusted shut sick.  (I KNOW you’re glad I shared, right?) He’s in my arms constantly for cuddles (which I like) and for someone to wipe his snotty nose on (which I don’t); I have to keep after his eyes with a warm washcloth every fifteen minutes or the goo fuses them shut.  Apparently this cold has robbed him of his ability to use his legs, as he must be carried everywhere or there will be hell to pay.  If I put him down on the couch for two minutes to go make a sandwich, he just lays there piteously crying and rasping.

And so, for the most part, I’ve spent the last 2-3 days sitting on the couch with him on my lap, watching Cars over and over and over and over and…. We’ve been eating packaged soup and grilled cheese sandwiches, and white pasta, and lots of crackers, because I know these are things that are quick to prepare and that my kids will actually eat while sick.  There are all also loaded with salt and/or way more fat than I should be having.  I’ve been sleeping on average four hours a night before Harry wakes up freaking out because he can’t open his eyes, so during the day I’m drinking copious amounts of coffee (and creamer, of course) to stay functional.  In the evenings, when he’s finally settled down, I should be making, say, a hearty veg soup to see us through the next day; but instead, I’m wiped out and sit at the computer with a snack (and on a couple occasions a drink) and do even more damage.

Aaaaahhhhh…. it feels awesome to get that off my chest.  I know it’s all just complaining and excuses, and that it doesn’t change a thing, and that I own the responsibility for the gain.  I get that.  But it’s such a relief to be able to admit, to people I know will understand, that I am NOT SuperMom, and this week has been hell, and I haven’t handled it well.

Thanks.