Six Feet Under the Table

I feel like a new woman. For the past four nights in a row, I've gotten 7 to 8 uninterrupted hours of sleep—the first time since October. How did I get to be so lucky, you ask? Two reasons: sleep training and pump weaning. We went to the doctor last week and asked if it was normal for a 9 month old to wake up three times to eat. His response? Uh... no. So we were given strict instructions on when to feed him and how to let him cry it out. It took three nights filled with three-hour-long crying sessions. (Will, not me... thank you, NyQuil.) We were told it would take 10 - 14 days. It took four. Baby Boy is awesomely sleeping through the night... for 13 hours almost straight. And then takes three 1-2 hour naps during the day. Bliss, my friends. This is bliss. On the other side of things, I'm ending my relationship with my breast pump. I just can't do it any more. I pumped exclusively for two months. (One of my rockstar mommy friends went longer than two months. You know w...

I'm out of control, and it's embarrassing. My diet is perhaps the worst it's ever been. My daily sugar intake is beyond acceptable. And I know that I need to knock it off. But I don't want to enough, I guess. I see the number on the scale go down, and I think, "See? I can eat ice cream with magic shell every night. No problem!" But it's not just the ice cream with the magic shell. It's the coffee with creamer when I start the day. It's the fruit snacks and granola bars I eat with lunch. It's the coca cola... the liter bottle that I sip on for a couple days because it was cheaper than the 20 oz. It's the string cheese and nutella-slathered toast. The ranch dressing. The candy. The potato chips. The movie theater popcorn. The crappy restaurant food. (It's even the occasional apple/spinach baby rice puff—5 for baby, 1 for me... 5 for baby, 1 for me...) And it's EVERY day. I finally went grocery shopping and cooked my own dinner the...