by nickieluv » May 27th, 2007, 1:10 pm
Ugh. I chose to have Goldfish (damn things - they are heretofore going on a very high shelf and if the baby wants some, she'll have to wait till Daddy is home!) and an Atkins bar. I don't know why but I was craving SOMETHING without really knowing what it was - I think I was feeling left out of something, maybe. You know, with the fair-type atmosphere so close to our home, and being in the middle of it for the last two days, there is so much food there and while I didn't think I wanted any, I guess maybe I did and so the little fishes swam into my mouth. I'm kidding - I put them there, I accept full responsibility. I had ample opportunity to talk myself out of it but I didn't. And I think having my timing of meals off yesterday made me extra hungry today.
So I have a confession - while I was eating the evil fish, I was telling myself that once a week on Sunday I could have a 'cheat meal' and that probably wouldn't slow my weight loss too awful much. Something is up. I've been tired, cranky - hungry - lonely, bored, and generally feeling enormous all weekend. It's like I feel I'm never going to reach my goal, or even onederland (and of course I'm not going to get there if I keep munching on off-plan foods), even if I stick to program 100%. There's so much talk of stalls lately - for a few days, a week, a couple of weeks - I'm living in fear of that happening to me and it's like, if I eat something I shouldn't, then I won't have to worry about stalling because at least I'll gain, and then have some water weight to lose afterwards, so even though my net progress will be zilch it will SEEM like something is happening.
At my show yesterday, there was a little bitty baby, only 3 months old. I was able to hold her for a really long time, and it sparked the baby fever badly. I'm so impatient to be pregnant again, and I say I want to wait till goal - then it was wait till Christmas, which might coincide with reaching goal - now I'm thinking of only waiting until October to start trying, but keep MF'ing until I know for sure I'm pregnant, then go off right away but eat things like yogurt and fruit etc. My diet when I was pregnant was very healthy - I was kind of obsessive about what I would and would not eat, all for the baby's sake - so I'm hopeful that I wouldn't gain too much weight. But then, if I start in October, or September, I'll be barely under 200 pounds (or barely under 220 if I keep going at this rate) and that's not the best scenario for a pregnancy.
So I know it's dumb. If I want a baby, and I want to make goal or within 10 pounds of goal before trying, it makes no sense to keep screwing with the plan and eating crackers. And I've even considered that I'm AFRAID of having another baby, afraid of how it will change my life, afraid that maybe I can't possibly love another baby as much as I love my daughter and that the new child would feel unloved by comparison, so it's better not to have another baby, and if I reached goal I'd HAVE to get pregnant right away so I must never reach goal.
This whole baby issue is huge. And I know for a fact that were I not on MF, we would be trying in earnest to conceive. So am I trying to prolong my diet on purpose? Could it all be related to a baby? Or am I just that weak-willed (I don't believe that for a minute anymore actually), am I just that emotionally damaged (that one has more credibility) that I can't give up food for any significant length of time? And if that last one is true, why bother in the first place, because with an attitude like that I'm going to gain it all back right after stopping MF.
The bottom line is that I, I assume like all of us here, want to wake up tomorrow morning and be at goal - and have no extra skin, have no emotional issues, look fabulous and feel amazing and never look back. That's not going to happen. In the grand scheme of things, the 30 weeks left until Christmas is not that long. But it seems like forever right at this moment. And the good weather, the tank tops and shorts it brings, I just feel like a whale every morning again when I get dressed. Gone are all my good thinny feelings. I suppose they will come back - they have before - but it feels hopeless at the moment and I'm sick of trying.
Oh, I know this will pass. I had my bad handfuls of food and I'm back on plan for the rest of the day - I'm not even going to make a night of it like I usually do. I know what is best for me, and I know what I want, deep down, even when I doubt it. I just feel tired. Deeply, bone tired. I want to lay down and sleep until September. I've taken on too much and I can't get out of any of it at this point - I want my SAHM lifestyle back, my time with my baby, my unscheduled days where, even though I had all the same responsibilities that I know have outside of work, they were still fun and interesting, mostly because of the very fact that I was not also working full-time out of the home all day. And I'm afraid that deep down I'm just a miserable lazy person, and I only want another baby to get another year off of work without getting fired. There, I said it. I know it's not true, I was born to be a Mom, I'm a great Mom, I have so much love to give and I want a large family - but do I want it for the wrong reasons?
I used my baby as a reason to take time for myself, to say no when I would have said yes, to slow down and not do so much. Now, being back at work again, I keep signing on for more and more things. Some of it is for money - we are trying hard to pay down debt so I take any and every side job I can to make an extra few dollars. I know I resent my husband because he does no such thing, and yet complains all the time about being tired, having to do all the housework, I don't help at all - meanwhile he works one job, 8 hours a day, and I'm a teacher, I have a church job directing two choirs and playing the organ every Thursday and Sunday, I teach piano lessons two nights a week, I own my own business and am trying to get that off the ground, AND we work opposite shifts so I'm doing all this alone while juggling the baby in one arm. On top of that, when school gets out, I've volunteered to be the church secretary because it will bring in an extra $400 a month that we could really use. And yet he's upset when I don't put a dish in the dishwasher or do some laundry. I wish I could make him see that it may not be fair, but it's not fair that I'm the only one trying to make extra money, either. I get so angry when he complains because I feel like he has no clue how hard I'm working every day, including weekends (when he also complains because I ask him to do an extra project or I have to leave for a show and he has no time to do 'his stuff').
I think it's time for us to sit down together again and talk. I am burning out, and it's only four weeks until school is over, but then it's all going to start over again in September. I keep trying to line things up so our income doesn't take a big hit when I go on maternity leave again - but in the meantime, it's just too much. I don't know what to do because we need every penny - even with all I do, it's not enough most months. We're still behind on our truck and mortgage, and my student loans. We're not going to lose anything, but we're juggling madly. And I'm the only one with any marketable skills, so it HAS to be me that does the extra work. I don't know.
Wow. I didn't know all this would come out. I feel like crying. Suddenly eating some Goldfish seems like less of a mystery - I've been holding all this in, and it's been getting worse and worse all month, and now here it all is. And I'm supposed to get the baby up and go to a picnic now, and pretend everything is great, when I just want to fall into bed and bawl.
Sorry to depress everybody. I should put a warning at the top - do not read unless in a very chipper mood - and even then, get away before I ruin it for you. I have to get going. My husband just called (man am I angrier with him than I ever imagined) so I HAVE to go to this dumb family thing and oh, I'm going to be such wonderful company. Maybe it will pull me out of this spiral, you never know.