Eating Like a Toddler

Little Man turned one last Thursday. It was a bittersweet day for me. I'm amazed and thrilled that my baby is so big and so independent, yet sad knowing that this is the last child I will have. There's something about having a preschooler and toddler that makes me feel just so, so old. Throw in the fact that Tiny Star now looks like a little girl and I was a weepy mess. Kudos to the Hubster for putting up with me last week. I think every evening after the kids were in bed he had to put up with me suddenly bursting into tears and crying "I don't have a *baby* anymore!" (And we wonder where Tiny Star's Drama Queen tendencies come from...)

One thing that has become glaringly apparent to me lately, though, is that I am a year out from giving birth to my last child and I *still* am carrying around 30 extra pounds of baby weight. Depressing. I have lots of excuses for it, too. Part was because I lived on saltines and canned cokes while pregnant - it was all I could keep down. Part is because Little Man still doesn't sleep through the night (don't judge) and I'm sleep deprived. Part is because I'm breastfeeding and my body *really* loves to hold onto that fat because otherwise the baby might starve! :) Part of it is because I'm a stress eater and being a stay-at-home mom can be tough. Part of it is because I love brownies and I'm not ashamed to admit it. Have I mentioned I like to cook, too?

So here's my idea: eating every 2-3 hours so that my blood sugar levels don't drop. Original, right? But I'm hoping that my body then will let go of the must-hold-on-to-the-fat-so-baby-doesn't-starve attitude. Because, really, Tiny Star has enough attitude for the whole household today. We'll see how it goes.