Week 4 Measurements and such

I promise I haven't lost focus.  My dad was here for over a week and all my spare time went to hanging out with him.  I have many ideas for posts this week.  I'm sure they'll be riveting.  But here are my week 4 measurements.  It was hard to stay on the program this week for a couple reasons:  my sister showed up with baked goods, I went to a wedding, and the baby's nighttime sleep took a nosedive.  And as I said before, when you are sleep deprived you don't want chicken breasts and broccoli. He is a great sleeper but we have this new problem where he wiggles out of his swaddle but once his arms are out he can't go back to sleep.  Which means instead of waking up once in the middle of the night like he used it, he wakes up one to two more times.  Meaning I am exhausted.  We got the miracle blanket (its basically a straight jacket for your baby) and tonight is our first night trying it out on him.  Hopefully it works as advertised.  Actually, hopefully he starts being able to sleep without being swaddled.  It makes everything about bedtime/naptime just a bit more tricky.

So anyways, still trending downward and I can safely say I did nothing close to working out.  With my dad here helping, I slept.  A lot.  It just goes to show that even when I'm basically hibernating and not working out, just changing what you eat makes a difference.

A funny sidenote: When I went to the wedding I decided that I was going to allow myself to be super indulgent when it came to dessert.  I made this decision after walking into the reception and seeing that the couple had opted to have about 12 friends make all different kinds of cakes.  Red velvet cupcakes, banana cupcakes, chocolate salted carmel cake, dark chocolate cake, coconut cake, cheesecake, chocolate bundt cake, apple pie, and the list goes on and on.  So I made the executive decision to eat a small, Paleoish dinner and stuff my face with cake.  I guess I should mention that I love cake.  As in when I was pregnant, I talked about cake so much that Norm went to the store and bought cake mix.  More than once.  Or one time, coming home pretty drunk, I ate half a sheet cake.  I stood in my kitchen with a fork and a mission.  I stood there eating for so long that Norm actually got out of bed and came looking for me.  (I just brought this up to Norm and he said, "yeah, I remember when that red velvet cake came back up and you plastered the toilet with it." And I said, "No, it wasn't red velvet, it was the sheet cake Shawnacy brought over and that was yellow cake."  And Norm said, "Well you also did it with red velvet cake, I distinctly remember the red throw up."  So this means I have done it more than once.  I blame this stand and eat with a fork routine on my friends from college.  I don't remember how it started, but on any of our birthdays we would buy/make a cake for the birthday girl and instead of passing out plates, we just passed out forks and dug in.  The remains of the cake usually looks like someone stuck m80's in it.  As grown women who have plates--we didn't in college, all things are born from necessity--we STILL eat birthday cake this way.  I can tell you it has shocked and probably disgusted a few people.  Whatever.  It is still my preferred way to eat cake)  Anyways, I piled my plate with a cupcake and two slices of cake.  By the time I got to the last slice of cake, I felt sick.  Real sick.  Apparently going almost sugar and flour free for a few weeks and then pounding cake is a bad idea.  Almost ruined my night.  Almost.

Measurements	3/4/2012	3/10/2012	3/18/2012	4/1/2012
Neck	38 cm	36.5 cm	37.5 cm	36 cm
Right Bicep	32.5 cm	35 cm	35 cm	35.5 cm
Left Bicep	31.5 cm	33 cm	33 cm	33 cm
Belly	107 cm	101 cm	98 cm	96.5 cm
Hips	111 cm	108 cm	105.5 cm	105 cm
Right Thigh	66 cm	65 cm	65 cm	64 cm
Left Thigh	66.5 cm	64 cm	64 cm	63 cm