Another Sunday

I sit here, 9:20 PM, really wanting to be in bed, waiting for the dishwasher to finish so we can have clean bottles for the overnight baby shift. I hear Sammy making noise through the baby monitor and I am praying he will stop and go back to sleep.
This are... well, progressing. I felt better most of today and I was able to stave off most of the anxious feelings. The hubs was in a down mood, and I tried to help him out of it, but to no avail. I guess everyone just needs to feel down sometimes.
I tried 2 new recipes this evening. Shelly's bacon cheeseburger bites and her 5 minute chocolate cake. If you are a gastric bypass patient, and you don't know this blog, well, shame on you
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Both recipes came out really really well. But the impressive part was HOW we came about spending $60 at the grocery store this evening without one scrap of junk food in the cart.
The weekends are tough for us when it comes to eating. For a long time, they were binging times. The time to "be off" the "diet" and pig out. Those days are long gone, but the urge sometimes lingers, especially if one (or both) of us is in a yucky mood. We still want to comfort ourselves with food. The hubs said "it's days like this I want to go to the store, get a bunch of snacks, and have a picnic on the floor with Josh, watching a video. The solution? Let's pick one (or two) recipes that sound good, and are good for us, and have that picnic. And we did! Got through the tough spot without too much damage.
I really want to get back to exercising. I just have no idea how to do it. Mornings are out, both boys are up by 6/6:30, and being up all night with Sam means getting up prior to that would be outrageous. Nap time is laughable, because even when Josh actually sleeps, so far Sam is not sleeping at the same time. And even if he was, his only comfy place to sleep (seeing as he's only 3 weeks old) is wrapped up right on my chest. Then comes the evening. Yes, the kids are both in bed as we speak. However, I am so freaking exhausted, I couldn't do it. So, what's a girl to do? Maybe I should have just sucked it up and done a workout as soon as the boys went down... I just don't know. I never, in a million years would have thought I would EVER say I missed exercising. But, I really do.