I recently decided that it was time to start on Weight Watchers. I hit the diet hard and heavy almost two weeks ago, and have actually done pretty well on it. I am absolutely terrible at dieting, but I know that something has to be done to get some sort of figure back after having 2 9 pound+ babies in two years. I even started exercising again and was very proud of myself when I ran on the treadmill for 30 minutes and didn't do a complete face plant on the thing! I went and ran over a mile the other night and made it home without having to call Justin to come pick me up!
Soooo, we needed groceries....badly! Justin came home early yesterday afternoon and I took the opportunity to go grocery shopping alone. Oh, the peace! I am enjoying myself more than one person should as they grocery shop. I am without children and have no time pressure.....just pure joy for this momma! Sad....I know!! The weather is beautiful, it's a great hair day, and I even was able to fit into a pair of jeans that were NOT maternity jeans. Life is good! I pack the cart full of all kinds of things and feel good about the fact that I am being health conscious as I choose our food. I finish up my shopping and push my cart up to the register to start unloading my food when my day starts a downward spiral......
Cashier: "Hello! How are you?"
Me: "Great, Thank you!" (I mean, it really had been a great day!)
Cashier: "Well, congratulations to you and yours!" all cheery and rosy and just happy as could be!!
Me: Standing there in utter disbelief as I say "Um, thank you."
And then he says it as the world as I knew it stood still....
Cashier: "Do you know what it is?"
Me: Honestly standing there not knowing what to say and feeling completely defeated "Yeah, it's a girl!"
Cashier: "Oh how wonderful! You better tell your husband to watch out! Blah, blah, blah, talk, talk, talk, yadda, yadda, yadda!"
Me: Standing there, unable to focus, wondering when he would finish yapping. And then it hit me. What if he asks me when my due date is? Oh no...when would it be? I know it is a girl, so I must be at least 20 weeks along, so what date would make sense? How far along do I look? I decide I will just say December. Why do I even care?
I look up at him and smile as he continues to jab away. Then I see them....two of the last items on the belt. He picks up the breastmilk storage bags and the weight watchers yogurt and rings them up. Ugh..what if he figures it out and tries to say something to apologize? AGAIN, I ask myself why I even care. I couldn't take it.....I swipe the debit card as fast as I could, grabbed the receipt and fled!
I headed back home and actually laughed out loud in the car because what else could I do? Good thing I chose health conscious food! :)