I went to the doctor today. (Read more about my eventful trip here.) I went with the intention of getting the "counseling" about getting an IUD - more on that later. Maybe. Is birth control an appropriate topic for my blog? I guess if my boobs are included, then why not birth control? Let it all hang out in cyberspace, right? Obviously, I do. (By the way, does anyone have any input on IUDs? Anyone have one?)
ANYWAY. Let me preface this by saying that today was exhausting. It was Andrew's first real day since we moved here, and it was not pleasant. Being home alone with both kids...sheesh. I was trying desperately to clean up the house. I am REALLY trying harder to be a better housekeeper. But it is virtually impossible with these two! I don't know if it was me, or them, or what...but I couldn't seem to get anything done. I managed to do my grocery-shopping list, which is an accomplishment. (I am doing South Beach Phase 1 again so it takes a little more planning than usual. People, if you want to lose weight, SERIOUSLY, try South Beach. It's not like other diets. It really truly works. End of tangent.) But that's about it. I couldn't do all the laundry I planned because something was leaking water all over the laundry room. I also showered, and there's where it ended. Where did the day go?
My appointment was at 3pm. Sad to think of how little I accomplished before then. Such is the life of a mom, I guess. Anyway. My point is to tell you of the crowning moment of my day. I was sitting in the exam room waiting for the doctor, when I saw a BMI chart on the wall. You know where you put in your height and weight and it tells you your Body Mass Index. I traced the columns with my fingers to meet at the correct spot, and then looked to the colored box code on the left. And the word I saw next to my assigned number made my heart grow cold.
There is nothing like that word labeling you to make you feel like a piece of scum. I know, I know, I just had a baby. But seriously, I have no excuse. I eat like a pig. Hence my second go-around with South Beach. (That's the only thing motivating me to follow the strict 2-week plan - last time I lost about 15 pounds in the 2 weeks. Not lying.) So wish me and my overweight self good luck as we embark on better eating habits. I will be praying that next time I go, I will find myself under the "Healthy Weight" category. Like a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow. Wish me luck. And don't mention sugar, for heaven's sake. Now I'm going to take my sugar-free Jello (my saving grace on South Beach) and watch a movie with my "Healthy Weight" husband. Bah.