5,000 pounds

I have found losing weight to be tedious, difficult, and disheartening. I think that two of the things I find the most difficult is that the weather has been so bipolar that it makes for a very inconsistent exercising schedule. That and the fact that I have no idea what to do with Conner.

Side note: Conner has this emotional attachment to me. But its not just any emotional attachment... Take this for example: I set Conner down so I can exercise (or things I would like to do by myself aka potty) . If it is past 3 or 4 in the afternoon... I swear he thinks ninjas dressed as clowns with crash through the windows and steal him away and feed him carrots and green beans (he hates carrots and green beans).

I am finding that when I cant set Conner down to clean or work on projects, I am munching. In fact, I cant stop munching. I want to lose weight but I end up feeling like I am starving. I think it is the stress of it all. Before Conner had surgery I was always holding him so that he wouldn't choke on his vomit or so that he wouldn't inhale the vomit he would project. Now he knows that if he cries he will always have me to hold him. Now it has become more stressful than ever.

Solution: So I am going to tell you a little secret. I have started to track my weight and food intake very closely. So closely I have started to take weekly pictures of myself in a sports bra and biker shorts so I can physically see my progress or my decline. I am doing this because I don't have a fancy iPhone or phone that has apps that keep track of your caloric intake. Also I think it is better for me to visually feel the progress. 

On a lighter note, Conner is finally in his crib! Bassinet goes bye bye! I am thrilled that he is sleeping through the night in his crib!

I am so grateful to be his mommy and I know Mark is grateful to be his daddy. I cant imagine my life without Conner. He really is a good baby. I know he  has his moments, but he is my little angel.