Until Phillip returned from the grocery store 20 minutes ago there was no food in our house. None!
Okay. No food that we wanted to eat. That's usually what we mean by "no food", right?
So I had Cheerios for breakfast. Not exactly allowed in the low carb universe, but I look at it this way: it's better than a cinnamon roll. Right? And not eating breakfast usually means I eat way too much later on.
I behaved at lunchtime and had grand plans to do as well for dinner, but, erm, it didn't turn out so well. I went over to a friend's house in the afternoon (Jack: infinitely cheerier when surrounded by people) and she invited me to stay for dinner. Which was going to be pizza. And birthday cake. And I DID think about this, I really did. Pizza! Birthday cake! Totally not allowed when you are low carbing or on ANY diet for that matter. But it was her daughter's birthday! And there was no food in our house! And I wouldn't have to make dinner! Or occupy my kid until bedtime!
So I stayed. Phillip took the bus to their house. I had most of a slice of pizza for dinner (I say "most" because my hungry little monster rang her bell) and salad. SALAD! But you BET I ate a piece of birthday cake. This is amazing cake, internet. So amazing I am not allowed to have the recipe. It's a FAMILY SECRET. Whatever. As long as they periodically feed me this cake I'm not going to complain.
Not so great on the eating front, then. BUT! I got my butt on the treadmill today. It took me a while to figure out how to swing it (I thought I could bring Molly downstairs in the bouncy seat, but she is not sleeping in the bouncy seat even though all you parents of refluxers say the bouncy seat is The Solution. Harrumph.) Eventually I decided to leave her upstairs in the pack 'n play (the treadmill is in the office on the ground floor) and just listen for her. That's right. LISTEN. With my supersonic can hear the slightest whisper over the airplane engine hum of a treadmill ears. Actually I just hopped off during every commercial in Project Runway (for the love of GOD Project Runway judges! If you can't decide who should be auf'ed maybe we need NEW JUDGES. Like me! Who would make the OBVIOUS CHOICE and send Kenley to Antarctica to dress the penguins in fifties chic and SPARE THE VIEWERS THE PAIN. Kenley: Totally blatant proof that PR is FIXED.) to listen for Molly at the bottom of the stairs. The afternoon sleep is Molly's most reliable sleep, so I figured I was safe. And I was.
Except for the fact that I totally overestimated my ability to do anything requiring physical exertion and I am going to PAY tomorrow. I know it. My legs are not going to want to get out of bed AT ALL. And this is after doing only the second to lowest programmed session, for TWENTY MINUTES. I am the sorriest treadmiller you have ever seen. No longer will I roll my eyes at those sobbing melodramatic Biggest Losers again. People, I RAN. I RAN. And not by choice either, because not running meant falling off my treadmill in a most embarrassing display of Totally Not Coordinated Whatsoever.
(Also? Sometimes I get all hyperboleish and say I feel like I'm 90 years old or whatever. But today, when I was attempting to jog, I truly and honestly felt old. Or, at least, oldER. Things just didn't... work right. Yes, there's a lot of extra weight on me, but wow, I didn't know it would feel like THAT. Ick.)
I have no idea if my twenty minutes of exercise had any effect on my inhalation of birthday cake but I will go ahead and call this day a wash anyway.
Phillip went out and bought me things to eat, so tomorrow should go a little better. I might even get back on the treadmill again. I still haven't seen this week's Gossip Girl!
You can do it!
Do you think we could stage some kind of commando attack on their house in the middle of the night and copy the recipe? Or maybe have a slice of the cake analyzed professionally? It is making me hungry.
Posted by: Jen | October 03, 2008 at 06:59 AM
Atta girl! I have not moved my arse too much in the past 8 weeks.... Hopefully that will happen soon. I miss my pre-pregnancy clothes. :(
Posted by: Liz | October 03, 2008 at 12:08 PM
Two things:
A) I used my treadmill as a clothes rack after a while and eventually had to give it away. At least you're using yours, cake and all.
B) How is Gossip Girl? It's never been on my radar. I suppose it's because I actually grew up in New York and went to private schools on the Upper East and West sides so the knowledge that I can actually separate the truth from the embellishments ruins the appeal for me. It sounds like perfect, juicy treadmill entertainment, though.
Posted by: Charlotte | October 03, 2008 at 04:41 PM