Last week I took a serious look at myself, and how I have been struggling with my weight and eating. I was watching the Today show one morning before work, and saw a segment on their new weight loss plan. I checked it out on the website, and it looked like something that could help me jump start some changes. It is the same basic concept as always, eat lean proteins, fruits and vegetables, whole grains, and portion control. I decided to go for it. We are on a better schedule, should have more regular meal times, and I needed to do something, NOW. I made a list and we went grocery shopping. My husband humors me at times like this, when our grocery cart looks just like the ones you see on t.v. Full of only good things, it makes you push your cart with pride, instead of sneaking into a checkout hoping no one will see the garbage you let your family eat. I know he is wondering how much of this beautiful produce we will actually consume as compared to how much we will chuck in the garbage after it has turned into some type of science experiment. But we bought our lovely produce and I planned our meals. I put dinner in the crockpot before work, and I was feeling victorious. Day one and two went off without a hitch. I knew we had a family wedding that weekend, and that it would throw me off a bit, but that couldn't be helped. I made it through the wedding quite well. Put a reasonable amount of healthy-ish food on my plate, and limited my alcohol consumption. Victory. The next day we had a dance recital that I would be at for hours. I packed very reasonable snacks. Almonds, baby oranges, cucumber slices... I had this. On the way to the recital I got a call from my sister that she was in labor, and could I watch the kids? Sure, I would get them after the recital. They are old enough to be home alone, but not stay alone. Family tradition dictates that you take the dancers out to eat after the performance. Thus started my slide down the slippery slope. We picked up the kids after the recital and took them to the restaurant. After several days of perfect eating, what is one meal going to hurt? Yes, that is how it starts, isn't it? Of course that night while we were waiting to hear about the baby, we played games to keep the kids occupied. Of course, that meant no exercise that I had planned to do that evening. Then my son shared the goodies out of his Easter basket. Strike 3, now I have a problem. Well, still no baby news, so get the kids off to be. In the morning we get the kids up and off to school. Breakfast has now devolved into food children will willingly eat, not the perfect start to the day that we had been getting used to. Of course with extra kids in the house, my routine is shot, and I grab some packaged food to throw in my purse so I will have something for lunch. I am still waiting to hear word on the new baby, she is three weeks early, and this is a high risk pregnancy. I don't really care what I put in my mouth. I text my brother in law a couple times during the day to see if things are ok, but they really had more to worry about than me. Finally, my husband picks up the kids from school, and brings them to the office. We finally find out that we have a baby girl! And we can go visit. I promise the kids that we will go to the hospital as soon as I am done with work. When I get home, my husband has the kids fed, and I grab a quick sandwich and off we go. No time for exercise, but who cares, we get to see the new baby! She is small and beautiful! After we leave the hospital, we stop for a bathroom break, and of course, milk shakes. We have and hour and half ride home, we needed a snack, right? My sister needs to stay in the hospital a little longer, so the kids will be with us for another day or two . My nephew now needs a babysitter for his one year old, since his babysitter just gave birth, so now I get to watch my super-cute nephew on my day off. Oh, and we have an evening band concert to go to. Needless to say, my perfect meal plans went out the window. But I got to spend time with my niece and nephew, and my great-nephew, and I have a new healthy niece. I can be fat for another week, these things are more important. This is my life, why fight it? I can get healthy next week.