All knowing and wise. Day 17.

Darkness of loss.  Uncertainty of a sudden, traumatic medical situation. Unexpected but impending financial ruin. 

That special child. Day 10.

I have a special child. He’s been special since before he was even born. He was the one who decided to start labor at 35 weeks 6 days. He was the one who decided to have respiratory distress. He was the one who decided to stay in the NICU for 5 days. He’s the one who has severe eczema.

Water, water everywhere and not a drop to drink. Day 7.

I was sleeping so peacefully. 

Day 2.

Today, my new routine got thrown for a loop. I am trying to eat every 2 hours to keep from feeling hungry. I had a job interview and a therapy appointment. Between the two of them, I totally missed my afternoon snacks. I felt it. 

More than a number.

There’s a cute graphic that says, “The scale can only give you a numerical reflection of your relationship with gravity. That’s it.”

Getting back in shape.

After losing our daughter, I still have some pregnancy weight on me. I’ve been told not to expect any real losses weight-wise until my hormones even out.

What a ONE-derful surprise!

I weigh every morning. 

Yes, I’m still alive. 120 lbs. BOOM.

Left: me at 184.5 lbs in September 2012.

DS #2’s exercise program.

I think DS #2

Weekly weigh-in. 1/1/13.

Well, I’ve been MIA since end of October. Life happens. I’m still fighting the fitness fight. I have good weeks and bad (cough, cough. Christmas. Cough, cough.). I thought I’d post an updated pic.

Me. 1/1/13.
Weight: 171 lbs. 3 lbs from 100 lbs lost!!!