Some people have tried to tell me that my eating a healthy diet should be a priority. But do you ever feel like lmost every time you're doing well, something happens that just turns your whole world upside down? I was on my third day of doing VERY well with good low-carb eating to start really tackling this weight I've added since Ben was born, when I got a call from my sister Thursday evening just before 5:30pm. My dad died.
This was completely unexpected, and it's still tough for me to type those words, let alone say them out loud. Apparently, my mom came home from work and just found him face down on the floor already cold. He was not obese, had recently had his blood presure meds DEreased because he was doing so well, and wasn't on any other meds except an acid reducer for some reflux. They ruled out "foul play," so they just consider it "natural causes" and don't do an autopsy; it's assumed heart attack or aneurysm. It's so hard for me to not know exactly what happened.
After I pulled myself together a bit, I went into zombie shock mode packing things for me and Ben and my dogs and having my husband pack his own things, and we left our home (me, my husband, Ben, and our 2 small dogs) after we gave Ben a bottle and put him in a clean diaper and pajamas to go to my mom's house 4 hours away. We got here around 12:30am Thursday night (Friday morning?), and we will be here until Wednesday.
Thank goodness Ben is such a gret baby. He basically slept in the car the entire way down, had a bottle when we got to my mom's, and then slept again until 6:30am. I brought some of his blankets, his pacifiers, and his white noise machine, and my sister borrowed a pack n' play from friends (he sleeps in a pack n' play at home), so things are as much like home for him as possible, and he's been eating and sleeping normally. And his smiles and coos are, as my aunt put it, good for the soul. He will never know how helpful it is to have him here at this time, especially for my mom (his Mimi).
So, yeah, in all of this, my diet has become one of whatever is easy to grab when I'm hungry. I certainly don't have much of an appetite, so I truly do only eat when hungry, but friends and family have been bringing pastas, potato salad, pastries, and other easy (carby!) foods.
We have more family from Connecticut (where my parents and I grew up) coming down in the next couple of days. I will be happy to see them since we don't get to make it up to CT very often, and I'm happy they will get to see Ben, but I hate these circumstances.


Anyway I just wanted to let you know that I know what you are going through and that while it is really rough now it gets easier. I wouldn't fuss too much about your food, obviously do the best you can but if there was a time to use food for comfort this would be it.
This house is full of ziti and cookies and brownies and cupcakes and macaroni salad and...no comfort eating (yet, anyway!), as I don't have much of an appetite, but everything I do eat is pretty much junk! Which I wouldn't worry about too much except it's making me kind of gassy 