Tuesday, despite my best intentions, continued to be a food nightmare. I ate whatever the heck I wanted, and tried really hard not to beat myself up about it. I didn't weigh yesterday because I didn't want the guilt, and had a half-way decent food day and hoped that today's weigh in would not be horrific.
Sophie had a much better day yesterday. We switched her to regular Tylenol yesterday morning--the Rx med tastes like poison, even though the pharmacy flavored it with bubble gum flavor, and it took 10 minutes for her to choke down 1 tsp.--and it controlled her pain just fine. We even went to Target in the afternoon and picked up Luke from day care. She had a really good night sleeping (I'm still waking her every 4 hours for Tylenol, but at least it's not "poison" she has to swallow) and felt rough but okay this morning. I'm quite relieved that she is doing so well at this point.
My mom is with her today and I'm at the office. I hated to leave her, but I'm glad to be out of the house and back into a somewhat more normal routine for me. I'm going to the gym this afternoon to run and take a pilates class, as long as Sophie has a good day and doesn't need me sooner than 6 p.m.
I'm also back to tracking my points. I just gave up on it Tuesday and Wednesday, despite my heroic (haha) efforts tracking my 59 point day. I just couldn't handle documenting the downward spiral any longer, and figured the damage would only amount to a few pounds and I'd be back at it earnestly today.
For whatever reason, my body gave me a gift and is keeping me at a favorable level. Today I'm going to work hard to keep it that way. Because right now, it's truly one day at a time.