'Tis the Season

If you live in the Northeast US, you are probably one of the many people complaining about the weather right now. The news says we've had more snow this far than we normally get all winter. I'm okay with that-- I'm actually okay with winter. I like the cold (above 20F with little/no wind, of course) and the snow is pretty.

But this year winter has a different meaning for me. I've decided that I'm going to keep up the weight-loss efforts until spring. So far I've lost about 5 lbs. in three weeks. It is the slowest thing ever. But if I can keep it up for six more weeks, that will be 15 lbs. I cannot imagine weighing that again-- it will be right around my wedding weight. So when I hear people complain about the weather, I am using it as support in the form of comiseration: yeah, this does suck. We may be talking about two different things, but so what? Whatever works. And leaving it up to winter to end this sort of takes it out of my hands. I want the wine and cookies, and just as sure as spring will come, I will have them. I just have to be patient. It is so, so hard.

I should mention that I am good at maintaining my weight. I make it sound like I'm going to start bingeing again and gain it all back, but I won't. Maintaining is no problem; I gain because of circumstances. This time it was pregnancy, duh, and the ensuing emotional horror show. As soon as I lose the weight, then we can start working on knocking me up again... sigh. But I want to feel good again, even for just a short while.

A few quick "baby book" items:

Sascha loves to run up to me and say "Mama tickle!!" which is awesome. It's even funnier when she decides to be cool and abbreviate it to "Mama tick!"

A few days ago we had to take her for a flu shot. This was the first time I held her for the shot; usually Nick does it. My stomach was in knots. To my complete shock, she didn't even flinch. She just looked at the nurse like "huh?" and didn't cry. I was floored. Later, in the tub, I took her band-aid off. To distract her from the rip, Nick called it a sticker and we gave it to her to play with. Five minutes after she'd forgotten about it and it was floating around somewhere, she started calling for it: "Stiiiiick-yyyy! Stiiiiick-yyy!" Awesome, this kid with her nicknames. Sticky.