Only once have I gained weight while not happy. My sophmore year in college I gained 10 pounds which is lot because I am a small person. I wasn't anxious, but bored and depressed. So I made friends with Kahlua. But then Kalhua and I broke up when I moved to Germany and I met a much more fun person named Tequila. Tequila and dancing pretty much took care of those extra pounds. But since becoming a mommy I threw Tequila out and now pretty much rely on my staple...worry. I'm am completely over this relationship but worry just won't take the hint and pack it's bags. Right now I can tell its getting ready to host a party in my household, it tried with the turning blue episode and I put it in a time-out. But when I have a sick infant worry starts sweet talkin' me and then before I know it I've lost 10 pounds and the house smells of bleach and Lysol.
On another note, the husband prepared a menu of dinners he would like to be fed this week. Tonight's entree involves fish. Apparently he is not concerned with what iodine does to my skin and if I eat too much, my thyroid (this is where worry takes a break and gives the wheel over to full on panic attacks thank you very much borderline hyperthyroid!) But it actually looks pretty yummy and I guess I can tolerate fish every once and a while so I'll play his little game.
Oh, and these children that are now feeling almost 100% better but not quite well enough to return to the general population are going stark raving mad. MAD I TELL YOU! Too much t.v. and snow...they are driving me crazy!!!! (And perhaps I should switch to decaf.) We played "preschool" this morning, but now that is over I am thinking we had better come up with another project before my house is in shambles.