Friday, February 8, 2008

Getting off my ass

I have no more excuses to eat whatever I feel like. I dried up! No more momma milk for Cade. I was sad about it, for one day, until I didn't have to listen to that wretched little thing they call a pump. If you pump/pumped did your pump talk to you? Mine did. It said "eat the cracker bitch". I SWEAR! Tyler used to look at me like I was absolutely nuts (and needed to be committed) everytime I asked him if he could hear the damn thing talking to me. So I used to look at it with dread, waiting for it to make me fatter by forcing me to eat crackers and having to withstand verbal abuse. Now that I'm no longer subjected to the torture I have to stop stuffing my face. Really-I don't think that lactation meant I needed to eat ridiculous amounts of eggplant parmigana. One of those bonuses about going back to work-the gym. I really really really really really really (can I stress this more?) HATE gyms. But-I have no excuse. My fabulous friend who I lunched with everyday moved to Ottawa. Thanks Emma, thanks A LOT. So now I have to go to the gym with my other fabulous friends or I'll be sitting there like a workaholic loser with no friends, likely eating my way to another 20lbs. Anyway...I might as well make my diet fit with my new workout plan (a whopping three days a week) and I think I'll be joining the WW bandwagon. Blackmarket of course. Like I'm gonna pay.

5 Comments:

Blogger MommyKnows said...

Good luck with ww!

February 8, 2008 at 8:59 PM  
Anonymous Sharla said...

no word of a lie... my pump says "wacko"! It is the funniest thing. Mark says it's calling me by name! Anyway, good luck with the whole gym thing. I can never stay committed for long.

February 8, 2008 at 10:20 PM  
Blogger Kristi said...

I had better luck with a manual pump. It was much quicker somehow??

Good luck with the gym program! You'll do great!

February 8, 2008 at 11:18 PM  
Blogger hollystar said...

for eight lovely months, my pump didnt talk to me, but it instead made a sound that i was convinced was the sound of the life being sucked out of me.

so, my pump didnt tell me to eat, but it did encourage me to sit around on my fat ass and watch tv while i pumped 5-7 times a day (i got lucky and had one of those babies who never latched, but, dangit! i wanted him to have breastmilk!!!). but i finally got back on track after i turned the pump off for good. i joined WW online and *gasp* started taking a nasty diet pill (phentermine). both got me on track and, now, 3 months later, i'm roughly 30lbs lighter and able to deal with continuing weight loss with out the diet pill and mentally keeping tabs of my WW efforts.

anywho, good luck!!!

February 9, 2008 at 12:15 AM  
Anonymous Leslie said...

I pumped once. ONCE. Thankfully, I didn't need to pump any more than that, because it wasn't enjoyable.

Good luck with WW and the gym.

February 9, 2008 at 9:57 PM  

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