And So..

I just got back from the doc and I have LOST TWO POUNDS. This is over a month's time when I could have gained 4 pounds as I had been doing...4 lbs a month. So, really that's like a 6 pound difference. I felt hope. I felt, hey maybe by not letting myself gain so much weight, I won't have another 9'5 oz. baby! And maybe if I don't have a 9'5 baby (Ali and Syd, you know I'm talking about you two), then I won't have such a hard recovery. Maybe I won't have to lose so much weight after the baby either. Yeah, yeah, this could be good. I lost that weight even though I cheated and had one of Si's brownie cupcakes, which believe me was so browniish and the frosting just glides around your teeth and down your throat, well, like only really good chocolate frosting can do. BUT then I came home and made dinner with whole wheat pasta and lots of veggies in it and I really am craving squash and a spinach salad. huh. I'm about to peel an orange and have a cheese stick and just drink water.
My sister is off to visit Montana and my parents up there. She's in the middle of nowhere Wyoming right now. I want to go to Montana. Or somewhere away from here, just for the weekend maybe. Maybe I'll just have to decide to be happy here and find things to do with the people I love. I'd better start thinking... oh yeah.. LAURA OPEN YOUR POOL.