That's not to say I haven't been making smart choices in that time. I just haven't had time to write. I've been doing some stay-at-home dad-ing while my wife runs her law firm (insert shameless promotion for Tralle Law here). Let me tell you, anyone who is a stay-at-home parent is a saint. A SAINT! It's absolutely exhausting. I keep thinking I'll blog or work on baby proofing or get dinner started when H is napping. Then she doesn't take a nap. Now she's cranky because she didn't take a nap. Now she won't sleep because she's too tired. Now shes crawling toward the cat food. I'll just rock with her for a few minutes, that usually puts her to sleep. Oops, headbutted in my windpipe. I know logically she didn't do it intentionally. Now she's got the mail in her mouth. I should have put it higher. What's that smell?
Okay. I'm here now. I'm sure you all want to see my weigh-in results. What's that? You want to see pictures of H instead? Okay.
Alright. Back to it. My last weigh-in was 295.1. Let's see how I did this week.
|Eff it. I tried rotating this picture and nothing worked. You'll have to rotate your head instead.|
But a loss is a loss, and this one was a sizable one. I'll take (or rather give) those 3.2 pounds as a victory. Let's keep moving forward!