So maybe my body realized I'm not pregnant anymore? A girl can dream. It must have, because my hair is falling out in clumps, and that's definitely a post partum thing for me. So maybe the ole body's finally getting its act together and it getting rid of all the fluid? I mean, come on body! The baby is six months old!
Speak of all the fluid, I gave up on the rings battle and took them in to be resized. They were SIXES. In what world were my man hand small enough to wear a size six ring? I'll tell you what world- The Great Frigid Northeast. I must have had them sized down in Connecticut when we lived there for the winter. So stupid. Didn't it dawn on me that that's why they were too big? No. Because I was stupid. Because ONCE AGAIN I was post partum.
I barely remember learning about hormones in nursing school, and I'm sure it's easier for me because I don't breast feed, but I figure, let's assume it takes a year for your hormones to get back to normal after you have a baby. Seems reasonable, even with absolutely no scientific data to support. I guess I could google...no! I'm on a strict time limit with my internet this week! Anyway, a year. That means, after Ava, I never got to be normal (I got knocked up again when she was eight months old) and then after Scott and Warren, I had exactly TWO MONTHS (give or take a few days I suppose) of Normal Hormones and a Fully Functioning Brain. That means, in the last six and a half years, I've had four months of being a real person.
What if, after Daisy June turns a year and I'm a real person again, I can't remember how to act? What if I don't fit back into society? I might have to go to some sort of special jail or halfway house, where they have group sessions to help get us integrated back into society.
I wonder if they'll make me bring my kids?
Anyway. Down two pounds!!! Did I mention that yet? At least with Nick never coming home, I don't have to worry about my mini goal. It was to be at 168 when I went to the pier with the Skinny Minnie's at the beginning of August, those tanned, toned goddesses with the blonde hair that doesn't seem to notice that it's five hundred percent humidity. Well...August ain't happening folks, and especially not the beginning. So I guess I can be fat for a little bit longer.
This lady at Bible study Monday was talking about starting her diet (I wanted to scream "DO WEIGHT WATCHERS!!! IT'S NOT A DIET, IT'S A LIFESTYLE!" But she didn't ask for my opinion) and how she's going to pray that God and the Word can provide her with the comfort that she seeks from food. And it dawned on me that perhaps she's got something there. I mean, I know I'm an emotional eater. When you're sprawled in the recliner, watching a Harry Potter weekend on ABC Family and eating a tube of raw cookie dough with your fingers, it's IMPOSSIBLE not to feel loved, you know? So maybe I should start asking God to help me out a little with this one. I mean, I'm already asking for so much, what's one more thing, right?
Oh hey, did I tell you? I LOST TWO POUNDS THIS WEEK!!! HAHAHAHAHA!