Paramedic school is almost over. We have 26 days left. We are almost there. At that point, he'll go back on schedule and begin his field training. I think he will have a love/hate thing going on that point. Having to be in an engine house, but locked in a box, might just be the death of him. But, he will love having the down time available to him to work out.
PM school has taken its toll. He no longer works out with the boys. He spends a ton of time studying. He is home everyday and therefore roped into homework questions and belly rubs. I think he also snacks more at home, he is a snacker. I often find empty boxes laying around.
So, I started looking at myself in the mirror. Four babies later, I am not certain this is my best place. After babies 1 and 2, I went right back to where I was. Baby number 3 came at 31, yeah...there was a difference. Besides I never totally lost that weight because when surprise Baby number 4 came, I was totally unprepared, AND she was a C-Section baby. Never totally lost the baby weight.
So, I figured out my points and thought, "Oh, this will be easy." Yeah lasted until last night. Two Special K bars and 2 bananas later I was starving. Grabbed an applesauce cup. (Snuck a donut when a frosh brought them in for my class for her b-day, that was 7 points shot to heck) And I was left with 4 points for dinner. Sigh. So, I decided to feed the muppets and wait for my hubby to come home. (I think I must make more trips to the fridge in the afternoon than I thought. If nothing else, WW is making me think.) He has SIGNIFICANTLY more points than I do, so he had room to spare. Me?? Yeah - that would be a bowl of Special K (teeny tiny, too I might add) and an apple. But, I made it with a couple of points to spare. But...there was so much food calling my name...you should have heard it.
Not sure I will survive this experiment. Today, I made sure I left room to eat a real dinner.