Infested

I'm usually pretty healthy -- I don't catch colds and flus very often.  In fact, I think the last time I had the flu was 15 years ago.  

That was before I had a 5-month old living with me.

I was warned.  I was told that I would start getting all kinds of lovely diseases.  I scoffed at the idea - surely I'd be able to fend these illnesses off.  

The Wee One caught her first cold around Halloween. Although she remained in a perfectly pleasant mood, she was pretty pathetic -- sneezing and snorting and coughing and sniffling.  I took her to the doctor, who said she just had a cold.

The next thing I knew, I had caught her cold.  I was snorting and coughing and sniffling.  Ick!

Then The Wee One's eyes started oozing a greenish discharge.  They were matted shut one morning so  I called the doctor and they said to bring her in.

This time, she had the dreaded pink eye in both eyes and a double ear infection.  The doctor warned me that pink eye was very contagious. Again, I scoffed,  I hadn't had pink eye since elementary school. 

Two days later, my eye was oozing.  I had caught the dreaded pink eye on top of my cold.

I even missed work. I ended up working from home two days so I could keep the Wee One out of daycare AND I took an actual sick day.  

It took me about two weeks to get over this nasty cold and I'm still treating my pink eye.  It sucks!.

Of course, my husband did not catch it.  He's the only healthy one in the house!

And of course, this has wreaked havoc on my weight loss since I have felt like complete and utter crap.  I gained 1 lb last week.  :(

Eeek

So I realize that I recently had a baby and all, but it sucks that I can no longer fit in my pants. Plus, since I'm breastfeeding, I have the added bonus of looking like a porn star in all of my shirts.

Nothing says 'professional lady' like having your shirt buttons pop open in the middle of a meeting. And occasionally, I catch men on the streets giving me a creepy look as I walk the two blocks to my office.  This usually means some sort of flesh has been exposed as a result of  my too-tight clothes.

So I signed up for Weight Watchers. I tried signing up in September, but I could never make my Saturday morning meetings. Either the baby was crying or I was sleeping after being up all night or my husband was running a long distance and I needed to watch the baby.   I tried bringing the baby once but everyone kept turning around to make faces at her or they stared at me every time she made a noise. Not a good experience for one who doesn't enjoy being the center of attention. 

I think Weight Watcher Wednesdays is going to do the trick! I'll go after work -it's on the way home so I have no excuses. And based on the number I saw on the scale tonight, I absolutely need to make sure my giant arse is planted in that chair every week.

I think I'm going to use this blog to track my efforts - it gives me a record of what I've done, plus it adds another layer of accountability.

So stay tuned - a new butt is coming!