Bad day

So this morning I had to take Baby E into Winnipeg to see the pediatrician. I was worried about how he was standing on his feet (turns out I am just an over-anxious mom). No one in our house slept well last night. I was up coughing half the night, and listening to E moan the other half.

So I get back from the doctor's (after I get him to check E's ears in case he has in infection - he didn't), and E threw up ALL over himself. Then I took his bib off to clean him up and he threw up more. So I gave him a bath and re-dressed him and gave him some gripe water and then he seemed hungry so I gave him a bottle, and he threw up again.

So after I got him down for a nap I cleaned up all the places he barfed and changed my clothes then FINALLY ate my lunch (it was close to 3 by then). He was fussy the rest of the day, until his dad came home, then he was suddenly fine. I was exhausted, because between all of this, I didn't stop coughing, or blowing green gunk out of my nose. Damn cold.

Oh how I wanted to just eat and eat and eat. I resisted though. Mostly. I did eat a brownie, and I wiped the remaining icing out of the pan. But I tracked everything I ate. Even though I probably won't have any flex points left by Friday, I am proud of myself that I am tracking. I keep wanting to give up, because it is SO much easier to pretend I don't need to lose weight and that what I am eating won't count. but I know the only way to lose weight and keep from gaining it back is to acknowledge my feelings and not use food to damper them.