Of course, that's to be expected! My sweet little muffin came down with some sort of cold / virus about a week ago. It broke my heart, watching her struggling to breathe through her little chest. She was really lethargic and sad (unlike her fiesty, usual self!), and I was so worried. I know that this is the first of many ailments, but it's really tough.
I've also been having a tough time with leaving my apartment. The weather has been ridiculously cold, and not suitable for dragging a newborn babe around town. So, we've been homebound. I think the record was 9 days before I finally lost it and left the apartment. We went for a short trip to my favourite local vegetarian restaurant/juice-bar. It was freezing cold, but I bundled her up in the snowsuit (of course, there were several photo ops!), and put her in the carrier so that she was snuggled close to me. I felt like a million bucks afterward, even though it took 20 minutes in total. What a change in lifestyle, let me tell you!
I got a yummy lunch - a magic tofu sandwich on a country wheat baguette (the tofu is coated in breadcrumbs and yummy spices and fried up a bit), an arugula salad with shredded carrots, chick peas, and red peppers and a blueberry/mango/banana smoothie. Sounds healthy, right?
Well, this blog is about confessing the good and the bad...and it's definitely been very unhealthy on the eating front over the last few days. I think the combination of being at home and sleep-deprived hasn't helped. Plus, I only have 15-minute increments when my hands are free to grab a bite from the kitchen - and that usually means something fast and unhealthy. My wardrobe is starting to resemble the sleepwear section of Old Navy...I'm perpetually in trackpants, which is hiding my ever-growing waistline.
I feel so out of control. And I've started the whole, "tomorrow will be a clean slate day" mantra...everyday. I need a plan, and I need to stick to it. But I need to cut myself some slack at the same time. Being the mom to a six-week old baby doesn't allow me the same control as when I was baby-free....
So, I'm going to force myself to go to the gym 4 times a week. I've decided to go without the baby. I've taken her a couple of times now (this is the gym in my condo), but I'm really stressed that she's going to wake up the entire time. Plus, I only get 20-25 minutes before she starts freaking out. So, when hubby comes home twice a week, he'll need to watch the little munchkin while I get a workout in. The other two workouts will be on the weekend.
I'm also going to have to start planning my meals in advance, otherwise I'm just not going to make it. Unfortunately, my culinary talents (ha!) will need to be put on hold for now, since I simply don't have the time to cook. So, I'm going to plan my meals one day at a time - even if it's stuff that needs to be thrown together relatively quickly.
Update: I did go to the gym after hubby got home. I did 30 mins on the elliptical (with some intervel training), and some weights. Only about 40 mins, but it's a start! I feel great right now.
It was also a nice break from the baby - and I don't feel guilty about saying that, since we spent 24/7 together!
So now, I just need to get over my chocolate addiction!