. . . weaned. Done. Well, I’m done, though he’s not done protesting. Loudly. At 5am. Where are mah booooooooobs????? Waaaaaaaaaahhhhh. And then he tries to suck on my nose.
I remarked to Patrick that I’m still eating like a nursing mother, which is not good. So, I’m planning on starting a very strict diet for one week, to push the reset button on this body that his been pregnant or nursing for almost two freaking years now, by god, it’s mine again, alllllll miiiiiiiiiiiiiiine. Anyhizzle, since I’m back to eating for one, I want to remind myself what that feels like, instead of toddling away from every single meal stuffed so full I feel like my chicken breast has parked out right underneath my sternum and is knocking on my ribs saying – dude. It’s really filling up down here. Take a breath, woman.
So, it’s Slim Fast for breakfast, sugar-free tea and a fruit bar for snack, fruit and salad for lunch, and then a sensible dinner. Lots of water to drink, small portion sizes, and no desserts. All week. Except it’s already Tuesday and I forgot to buy Slim Fast so I had to have a package of yucky, ancient donuts from the vending machine and then I had an offsite Chamber of Commerce meeting where they fed us baked potatoes loaded with sour cream and butter and banana pudding mmmmmmmmmmm. So. The week starts Wednesday. Totally.
hooray! you did it! i\’m vera, vera proud of you, dahling. and i\’m also proud that you are not one of those moms who nurses her 8 yr old. can you imagine? ick.
We\’re both dieting as well. Husband goes low-carb, I goes low-fat. I can\’t (won\’t) kick the beer habit, but I did switch to a lower calorie one. I\’m also avoiding anything that comes out of the fry-alater at work. Grr.