With pushing a stroller it's a lot harder, having to navigate the hills and keep her from tipping over where the banking is weird. Plus I was massively out of shape when I started again with her. In the beginning, with the stroller, I did it in an hour and ten minutes. Now I'm down to about 50 minutes. Still a far cry from the high point, but fast enough so that J was impressed with my ability to push her up a steep hill, and not need to stop for breath along the way when he came along with us on Saturday.
I'm also really getting in the habit of not eating that much. Now that I'm becoming mindful of what I'm eating, I'm realizing that I was just shoving stuff into my mouth before without even thinking about it. A cookie there, a bagel here, some cottage cheese with blueberries now, and some chocolate in a few minutes. That being said, I still need to work on finding other ways to deal with stress besides eating. Today, for example, Hannah decided that, even though she was super tired, she wasn't going to take an afternoon nap. Which led to her being fussy and totally unable to keep happy. I had been at it for about 2 hours, and J ran an errand so I was alone with her. She didn't want to be in the walker. She didn't want to be in her safe play space (behind the gates). She didn't want to go on my back and go for a walk. She didn't want to eat. She didn't want to play in the high chair. I was running out of ideas. And so I ate. Cookies and cream ice cream, three spoonfuls of chunky peanut butter (choosy mom's choose Jif) and a spoonful of cool whip. Yep, that was dinner. In between her wails.
It kind of makes me scared to step on the scale tomorrow, but I'll deal. It's a new day tomorrow.
Granted, it's a day in which I'm going to walk past an Auntie Anne's pretzel stand in the Oakland airport. But it's a new day nonetheless. And maybe tomorrow I won't stop at the Auntie Anne's pretzel stand when we land. Fingers crossed.