Wednesday, January 26, 2011


Yesterday was a perfectly, 100% on-plan day until I ate a bowl of potato chips, 2 slices of cheese, and 5 olives. Why? It was evening, after a delicious dinner of Romaine & cherry tomatoes, chicken breast, and blue cheese dressing. I wasn't hungry. But I ate that bowl of Kettle chips. Why?

Because I was PMSing and frustrated that my daughter *would not* stay in her bed. I've been sick, had the flu, am recovering from a sinus infection, have been busy with puppy training, and had a super long day where all I really wanted to do was go to bed. But instead, I was cleaning up puppy pee, trying to get my son to do his homework, cleaning the house because I knew I was watching a friend's child this morning, and making a list of what I needed to get done ASAP. I was looking forward to maybe a *little* down time watching The Biggest Loser, but my daughter "wasn't tired" and while she is usually pretty good about staying in bed once we have stories, songs, and tucking-in, last night was insane.

There was constant hollering from her bedroom. I tend to go to her when she calls because she doesn't call very often, but this time, it was every 3 minutes. Among the issues:
  • She needed to tell me something (about her Zhu Zhu pets)
  • Her music was too quiet
  • Her feet were sticking out from the covers
  • Her throat hurt
  • She needed to be covered up again
  • She wanted another stuffed animal
  • She wanted to sleep in my bed
  • Then she wanted to go back to her bed
  • Her music was over
  • It felt like there was sand in her bed
  • She needed an extra blanket
  • She wanted to tell me something (about school)
  • She wanted to sleep with her lights on
  • She was hungry
  • She wanted to read some books
  • She wasn't tired
Well, it was quite past her bedtime, and my knees were killing me from going back to see what she was hollering about. I told her not to holler for me anymore so she started coming out to the living room to talk to me. Eventually she did stay in bed, but it took 45 minutes and that is when I grabbed the chips. I was muttering to myself, tired, grumpy, irritable, and wanted to crunch through it.

The chips are gone now, no plans to buy them again as I am done with the indulging business (during which I did in fact buy junk because I wanted it). It's always something though, isn't it?

Now she is watching a movie with her friend, the puppy is asleep in the middle of a room strewn with dog toys, and I am sipping coffee and about to take some more Excedrin for this headache. It is cold and dreary out, and I am going to "indulge" myself by sitting here enjoying the peace for 2 hours when I take my daughter to Kindergarten. Might take the pup out to play a bit, but otherwise, I am doing NOTHING for those 2 hours.


Jack Sh*t, Gettin' Fit said...

The power of the junk food continues to fascinate me. Every time I stray from the straight and narrow, I find myself on a slippery slope that eventually lands me on my backside far from where I started.

The truth of the matter is that most of us simply can't have a bite or two of something unhealthy and leave it at that. We're driven by some dark force that guides our hand (usually toward a bag of chips or something similar).

I try to keep the temptations out of the house. The kids bitched and moaned for a while, but seriously... why do they need that crap either?

We go through a bushel of apples every couple of days, it seems, but I'd rather my grocery bill be inflated than my waistline.

Hang in there! said...

Looks like quite an eventful night, when you think about it. Up and down, it's stressing - especially when you've been sick. Unfortunately that leads to eating crap - I know it does for me, and I'm not even PMSing. Cheers, Rick

Marie said...

If you keep going to her when she carries on she is going to continue to carry on.

Use your good judgment of course but give yourself permission not to indulge bad behavior.

losing_it said...

I hate days like that.... and if you're anything like me, sometimes those days will stretch into a week!

Hang in there, chick. It will get better (and worse, and better, and worse, and better... LOL) but you'll get through. WITHOUT the chips next time! :)

Lynne said...

Enjoy your 2 hours - Do NOTHING if that's what YOU choose. There are so few moments when we moms aren't considering the needs and wants of others that when the opportunity presents itself you've got to grab it and RUN... That's why we've got to be skinny... We need to RUN FAST!!!

And yes, there will be a day when your daughter will not *need* you the way she does now and you will miss it like I do...

beerab said...

*hugs* At least the chips are gone :)

Hanlie said...

It's amazing how junk food can ambush us when our defenses are down... When I read this post, i was suddenly reminded of the candy I had hidden away and forgotten about.

Here's to better days, Lyn!

Anonymous said...

I *so* could have written your post. Hubs is out of down and last night was a particularly annoying game of "whack-a-mole" at my house. That's what we call it when we put everyone to bed and then spend the next hour escorting them back to bed one at a time as they come out. Hubs is out of town so the job if whacking the moles back into their holes fell squarely on me.

I put them to bed at 7:30ish and told the two older ones to have their lights out by 8. At 9:45, I finally lost my temper. Over 2 hours of that nonsense! I finally got to sleep at about 11:30....only to have my 5 year old wake me up at 12:00 to inform me that she'd wet her bed.

In 30 minutes, they will all be in school. My 3 year old has preschool until 11:30. I am giving myself permission to come home and go back to bed after drop off today.

Neva4getme said...

I hate when the kids get up over and over again!!! It's not a normal thing in our household but they do have their moments don't they :) Are you crate training your puppy? I ask because we got a boxer puppy April of last year (when my daughters were 1 & 3 no less) and the crate saved that dogs life with our family LOL. It was sooooooo easy to train her and I never had to get up in the middle of the night (ok so maybe "never" is an exageration, but it wasn't bad at all). I feel your pain girl!

Anonymous said...

Oh I remember kids hollering from their rooms at bedtime...Ugh!

Carol said...

I could have written your post too. Happens all the time. And because Daddy works a "real" job it's all on me 95% of the time.
Just be encouraged that tomorrow is another day (or today as the case may be.)
Hang in there. You have a lot of people who really admire you out here.
And I just wanted to say thanks. I'm on week 4 of Medifast and it's going great but I don't think I could have gotten through it without some of your amazing recipes (ie the zuchini "fettucine" and the kale "chips" and the tips for things like muffins out of oatmeal, chili with added diced tomatoes, etc.) What a gem you are!!!

Anonymous said...

Wow, I remember those days of our boys getting us up over and over to re tuck them in, or get them a drink, and the list goes on. Irritation seems to make me eat junk too. It is so nice to hear your honesty and know I am not alone!