Post-baby body

I only gained 20 pounds during pregnancy, and lost it all almost imediately. Unfortunately, I was at 198lbs when I got pregnant so I was starting obese. One thing you don't often hear in the talk of losing baby weight is the number pregnancy does on your shape generally. As fat as I am, I was never this doughy until having a child. I can tuck it in, compress it and otherwise try to hide it behind clothes, but that dough is still there, lurking. Spouse looked at me last night and asked if I was "cooking another one in there." He is never having sex again.

185.5 - Weigh-in Day

I'm up far too early this morning in order to get to work by 7:30. It wouldn't be so bad had I been able to get to sleep before midnight instead of tossing and turning. But hey, it's official weigh-in day and I'm down!

BREAKFAST
orange juice
tea
"bacon" sandwich with thinly spread ricotta

LUNCH
Korean barbeque tofu
quinoa
broccoli
water
and just a soupçon of stress

DINNER
too much pasta and cider

Happy Dead President Day!

I slept in again and only had grapefruit and tea for breakfast. Lunch was out at CBC with grilled tomato mozzarella sandwich with fries and mayo (chips I like wt vinegar and brown sauce, and frites with mayonnaise. Ketchup (a Cantonese word, mind you) are reserved for onion rings) and beer. It was my "reward" for going out to Petco on the Cat Food Run.

My dad called yesterday and it seems the hip he broke and had pinned in November is collapsing. He's waiting for surgery to be scheduled to have the whole thing replaced. I asked him to keep me in the loop, but think I'm going to have to call a few times a week until I know the schedule. I want to go up to be there for rthe surgery, but don't know how it will effect the school schedule. I think I'll appeal to the head TA and hope she's traditional enough (she's Indian) that she'll let me beg of for family obligations.

He has no one else, really. I don't blame my sister for her estrangement, I understand it. But that leaves me and I just can't, in spite of everything, leave him to it alone. Perhaps I'm just a sap, but the fact of "Family," attitudes of the individual notwithstanding, means a lot to me.

Now I just need to find out the dates and work out transport. I think I'll see if I can bribe my aunt with a killer meal that I pay for and make.

Fuck, fuck, fuckity, fuck

Spouse lost his job today. Much alcohol was had and little exercise. We've decided to use British WWII rationing as our economization guide, and 'll be making us ration books (hey, why not). We're not in dire straits as we've been saving for a mortgage down payment so have a good chunk of change, but it still blows.

I can't really say much more about it now (partly because I'm still in shock, and partly because of the alcohol), but will mention more, I'm sure, in coming days.