My mom recently lost some weight. She’s always been thin, but now she’s noticeably thinner.

Her friends are having anxiety attacks over it. I saw one friend in action this past week, and it was not a pretty sight. They were both trying on clothes to show me what they’d bought that day. The friend started off with some self-deprecating pseudo-praise: “You look so great in those pants, I can’t keep them for myself. I can’t even try them on. I can’t even stand next to you.” Then insults: “You have a BOY body now!” and “You look EMACIATED in those pants!” Then back to the self-pitying admiration: “You just look fabulous in EVERYTHING now. I look terrible. I’m fat. I should lose weight.” Then back to the insults: “I think you’re actually TOO THIN for that outfit!” and “No wonder you keep getting sick: you’re TOO THIN.” Being in the same room with this was exhausting for me–and my mom had been listening to it all day long.

On a related topic, I’ve been getting jittery as I anticipate my mother-in-law’s digs about weight. She mostly goes after Paul. When I finally said sharply [TOTAL LIE–I was meek and quavery] that I thought he was handsome and I liked the way he looked, she was unfazed: “If you think he’s handsome NOW, you REALLY would have thought he was handsome without all that weight on him!” (“All that weight” is not the amount of weight it sounds like. She would say that about 5 pounds.) She also likes to ask me how much weight I gained with the last pregnancy, and have I lost all of it yet.

Talking about both situations the other day, my mom and I thought that what we need is something to say when people are talking about weight in a way that’s uncomfortable for us. Here are the restrictions:

1) It has to be non-rude, non-confrontational–something total chickens can say. My mom and I are both too polite for our own good, and we’re not going to be able to say “Shut it, bitch” even if we agree it’s totally called for.

2) Also, neither of us can talk Psych Talk: e.g., “You know, Kathy, it makes me feel uncomfortable when you…” etc. We don’t want something that will lead to FURTHER DISCUSSION–particularly further discussion about how the other person feels.

3) It has to be just as applicable when the other person is nagging about weight loss as when the aggressor is nagging about weight gain. We’re looking for something more along the lines of Tessie’s Policy.

4) And it should be something we can use even when the other person is talking about SOMEONE ELSE’S weight gain/loss.

5) It has to be something you can say to someone you genuinely love: a best friend, a spouse, a mother–not just something you’d use to shut up a mother-in-law or an annoying coworker. But it should also be something you could say to shut up a mother-in-law or annoying coworker.

6) Okay, I guess it doesn’t have to be one single remark applicable to all situations. But any help on the topic of “How do I tell him/her to shut the hell up about weight, without saying ‘Shut the hell up about weight’?” would be excellent.

Wisdom of the Internet–ACTIVATE!

(I also did this for Month One and Month Two.)

I don’t do it on purpose (that is, I change “when he needs it,” not on a schedule), but we use almost exactly the same number of diapers per day: it’s almost always six diapers. For “cost per month” purposes I like to round that up to 200 diapers per month–just to be on the generous side. So in months three and four (i.e., from the day he turned 2 months old until the day he turned 4 months old), we’ll estimate that Henry used 400 diapers.

I buy Target brand diapers, and Henry is still in size 1 (skinny butt). I can buy a package of 112 size 1 diapers for $10.60.

Math time! Price of $10.60 divided by 112 diapers in the package, is .0946 cents per diaper–approximately 9 and 1/2 cents each. Multiply the per-diaper cost times the 400 diapers used in two months, and we get $37.86 for two months of diapers–or $18.93 per month to put this particular baby in disposables.

And we didn’t spend that much. We used more like 360 diapers, as I mentioned, and I saved about $4 with a store coupon and a freak clearance. With those things figured in, we spent closer to $15 per month.

How ’bout a little changeroo for a certain deserving baby?

Here’s the answer to the Who’s the Fatty? game (this time I left the answer on the lower right corner of the picture instead of cropping it out):

Can you believe it? I cannot. I looked and looked and LOOKED at that photo, and couldn’t even GUESS who might be the plus-size model. Not one of those girls has a forearm wider than her…”hindarm”? “Upper arm,” I guess.

This is the sort of thing that makes me want to go break a few necks, you know? Or hindarms.

Here’s something that keeps that mood going: Illustrated BMI Categories, by Shapely Prose. It’s mesmerizing and and nauseating to see what doctors call “morbidly obese,” “obese,” “overweight,” “normal,” and “underweight.”

One of these women is a “plus-sized” model! Guess which one! If you click the picture you can see it larger.

For guessing purposes: there is a back row of six standing models, a middle row of four models sitting on a step, and a front row of three models sitting on the floor.

I’ll reveal the answer later.

Click photo to see it PLUS-SIZED

Listen, I am not DIETING. I’m just thinking all the time about food and when to eat it.

Here is one of my many food issues (do any of us have fewer than, like, a dozen?): I don’t plan what I’m going to eat ahead of time, and so by the time I’m thinking about what I’m going to eat, I’m on the prowl. My mind flickers over the possibilities (carrots and salads are quickly psshh’d aside) and latches tightly to “shortbread cookies with vanilla ice cream.” YES.

So here is what I’m trying. Let’s call this Attempt The First. I’m deciding ahead of time what the next thing I eat will be, and then when I’m hungry I eat it. So in the morning, I have a glass of water, because of nursing and because that’s a good way to begin anyway. Then I go about the day, and when I get hungry, the first thing I plan to have is coffee with Splenda and fat-free half-and-half. Don’t tell me what they do to make it fat-free, because I don’t want to know. I assume someone lost a soul over it.

Then, while I’m drinking the coffee, enjoying the way my knee now feels like jittering up and down rapidly, I decide what I’ll eat next. I don’t like bananas, but they’re filling, and they’re a good choice for earlier in the day when I have less food despair. So let’s say I choose banana. I finish the coffee and go back to whatever I was doing. As I get hungrier, I think, “When I want something to eat, I can have a banana”–and I may have it whenever I want it, but I see if I can go just a LITTLE longer. Normally, pushing it too long would make me grab something like ice cream, but because I have in my mind that it will be a banana, it makes me feel it MUST be a banana. (This part may fail later. We’ll have to see.)

I get hungry enough, and I eat the banana. While I am eating the banana and the hunger is low again, I decide what I’ll eat next. Two scrambled eggs, say. And so I start again: I MAY have the eggs immediately if I want them–but I see if I can go a little longer. When I’m hungry, or feel like my resolve is weakening with regard to the bag of chocolate chips in the cupboard, I eat the eggs.

And so on.

In a bigger-picture way, I am allowing brownies. I don’t PLAN to eat the brownies, the way I plan the banana. But I say to myself, “Oh, yes, you MAY have brownies! Yes, you may! But see if you can wait a LITTLE LONGER before baking them!” This is the kind of thing that may come crashing down on my head (“Nope! Can’t wait!” *GLOM*)–or perhaps it will keep me from rebelling against my own rules the way I usually do with diets.

I’m on my third day of this, so it’s too early to say if it will work long-term or even short-term, but it’s working great for these first few days of trying not to eat QUITE so much.

So this was me, yesterday morning:

Swistle: “It’s been getting kind of heavy and grim around here, what with all the mother-in-law talk, and all the teary rage and diets and exercise and psychiatric medication. Let’s do something lighter! How about posting one of the Asking Swistle For Advice emails I’ve been meaning to post? We can all work together, sharing ideas and helping each other out as fawns romp in the grass nearby and the little birdies sing sweetly in the trees!”

And so I posted a question asking for good ways to fit children’s baths into the routine. I had expected the comments to be a combination of tips and experience, maybe some funny stories about grubby kids.

I’d thought there might be a little fuffle about the fact that Shelly works and her husband stays at home with the kids: I thought we might get some people saying that her husband should be handling it, and some people saying that in their household the working parent does baths as a way to carve out time with the kids.

I had not expected that we were going to get the comments that were more along the lines of DO IT MY WAY OR YOU SUCK AS A PARENT! Had you? I was completely surprised! I thought I knew the “hill to die on” issues, and I didn’t think baths were one of them. And the personal attacks! People saying that other people’s children smelled bad or were germy! Yeek!

Result of Swistle’s attempt to take it down a notch? Now we all have another thing to add to our list of things to be scared other mothers are judging us about! Swistle: Keeping the Conflict Alive!

Also: Keeping Ear Hats Alive:

I’m up at 4:00 a.m., which is SO SMART. Elizabeth woke me, and then I couldn’t go back to sleep. I tried for more than half an hour, and I just got more and more wakeful. I’m thinking about stuff.

I’m thinking about my weight, which went down 5 pounds right after I stopped taking the mini-pill, but then stayed where it was. And then started creeping up little by little again. I’m getting that “this isn’t my body” feeling–like I’m ENCASED in my body. That’s usually my cue to take action.

And I’m thinking about diets, which are stupid and only work short-term. And about “lifestyle changes,” which are also diets. And about how there should probably be an actual lifestyle change around here, NOT (*maudlin tone*) “so I can live to see my kids grow up” (it’s relatively uncommon to die in one’s thirties for being overweight) but because my food intake has gotten pretty crappy and it’s causing me to envision the kind of clogged pipes they show on plumbing and cholesterol-reduction commercials. BUT MOSTLY BECAUSE I WANT TO BE THINNER AND LOOK PRETTIER. I don’t really care about my health here, though of course that will help to motivate me when I am frantically scraping to remember why I am not eating something I want to eat. If I were eating crap but I were still THIN, we would not be having this talk right now. Possibly we are not having this talk anyway. Possibly when morning light hits, I will think this is a dumb idea. It’s so easy to strike out on a new diet when I’m not feeling hungry.

And I’m thinking about Zoloft, which I’m on the fence about: on one hand, I feel like I Need Something. On the other hand, breastfeeding! and the accompanying worrying about future scientific studies that will make me regret current decisions! And also, I’m not sure I want to start taking a longer-term medication for what I think may be a short-term issue centering on my mother-in-law’s upcoming visit.

And I’m thinking about exercise, which is disappointing me results-wise. My heart and lungs might be getting all awesome and fit, but I’m not noticing exterior improvements. I want EXTERIOR IMPROVEMENTS. I have exercised faithfully three times a week for two months, and I haven’t had a single less-than-three-times week: I sometimes whine about skipping a session because I’m too mad/sad, but I always make up the session the next day. And yet all I am doing is getting bigger.

So that’s me, at what is now 5:00 in the morning: Weight. Diets. Zoloft. Exercise. Hm, I wonder why I’m not dropping off into dreamyland? My theory is that I’m self-medicating my mother-in-law/new-baby stress with food (how FASCINATING and DIFFERENT), and that I’m doing it too much for the exercise to keep up. I think the food HAS been helping, but since it’s also hurting, it’s time to try something else.

I’m about to launch into a discussion about the “something else” I’m doing, and it’s something I don’t recommend. I have an old bottle of Zoloft in my underwear drawer, and I’m going to start taking it. I think this is a TERRIBLE idea! You should ALWAYS have medical supervision for medication. ESPECIALLY if you’re pregnant or breastfeeding and the bottle has a sticker on it that says “Do not take if pregnant or breastfeeding.” And especially with PSYCHIATRIC medication, where the effects on your health and mental states should be monitored so you don’t flip the hell out. And if the medication is also EXPIRED, you are a CRAZY PERSON if you take it.

BUT. I’ve taken this before. If anything, it had too LITTLE an effect on me, and it didn’t affect my health. And right now, my plan is to take it until my mother-in-law’s visit is over, and then stop. I thought I was coping pretty well with life in general; then we got close to her visit and I started melting down.

The bottle contains 100 mg tablets. I remember that when I went on it before, the doctor started me at 25 mg for a week, and then went to 50 mg. So last night I bit off one-half of a half tablet. I’m going to do that for four days and then go up to 50 mg. I have enough to last me until the end of October, when I will carefully go back down to 25 mg daily, then 25 mg every other day, then 25 mg every third day–because going off Zoloft last time made life temporarily lose its color, and it helps to KNOW that that will happen, but it also helps to wean slowly.

Maybe I will chicken out in the next day or two. Maybe I will call the doctor after all, and spend a $20 co-pay for him to try to talk me into counseling. We’ll see. I mean, if YOU said YOU were going to do this, I’d be all up in your comments section saying, “Oh, hey, I don’t know about this. I think it would be better to call the doctor. I mean, that Zoloft is older than the twins–it might not even WORK.”

Also, I am going to eat a little better. I don’t even want to say words like “diet,” because my brain hears “diet” and my brain says “HUNGRY.” But I want to be thinner, and dieting is the way to do it.

If that doesn’t suck the happy out of the room, I don’t know what does.

Edited to add: I should have said specifically that I welcome your input and insight. I know how it is to be reading a post thinking, “Is she just venting here and my advice would get called ‘assvice’ and be all irritating? or is she looking for feedback?” You may proceed with feedback! Personal experience, insight from a distance, whatever.

If you missed yesterday’s baby ear suits, you might still be able to get one: they’re back in some colors and sizes (and they go in and out, so maybe keep checking if you don’t see what you want) at L.L. Bean, and you can still use that free shipping code (7420440). They’re $12.95 now instead of $9.00, but it’s better than bitter, bitter disappointment.

The Virtual Avon Party went great! LeAnna’s so grateful and excited. And so am I: you guys were awesome to do that for her. I think the specials/promotions change every two weeks, so I’m going to keep checking http://leannawilson.avonrepresentative.com/ (notice they’ve added the A to her name finally, if you’ve bookmarked the one without the A), and of course I hope you’ll keep checking it, too, but probably I will not mention it real often because geez, how many times can I mention Avon before you get bored and wander off? But I might not be able to resist telling you if I bought some neat stuff, because it is fun to talk about shopping, and also because it was SO ENORMOUSLY FUN to have you emailing me saying, “I bought this! I bought that! I bought a bunch more things too!”

Kara‘s holiday tip sharing blog has an address! It’s at http://www.maybepaintedpink.blogspot.com. It’s still in pre-content/testing stage, but you can go look at it and say, “Oooooooh! Ahhhhhhhh!” at the design, and you can bookmark it or at it to your RSS thing. Also, remember to email Kara (k a r a m a r i e @ g m a i l dot c o m) with holiday tips, especially Halloween tips: easy/cheap costume ideas? fun Halloween party games? good school party treats? recipe for candy corn rice crispy treats? EMAIL HER.

I’m feeling better than I did earlier, though things still seem stressy and grim. I did six loads of laundry, and that helped. But I’m eying the expired Zoloft I’ve been hoarding for some reason since 2004, and I’m considering taking it. There’s enough to last me at a low dose until after my mother-in-law leaves. I know from my pharmacy job that the “expiration date” on the bottle is a maximum of one year after the prescription is filled–but that the date on the bottle used to dispense the medication was likely much later.

One thing that worries me is that I rely on my stressy panic to power me through big tasks. If I’m not static with anxiety, maybe I won’t do the kind of cleaning binge that’s required here.

I’m also nervous because I’m breastfeeding. As Marie so perfectly put it, I’m worried I’m messing up Henry’s brain chemistry FOREVER!!

But I’m also worried that I’m going to crumble and fall before this visit takes place, or perhaps during it. And I’m not opposed to a little pharmaceutical relief during stressful times. I do wish I were only medicating MYSELF, though.

Let’s change the subject, because I’m feeling stressed again. Oh, I know! I went to Target a couple of days ago (I went in the evening, all by myself, and even the SMELL of Target calms me right down), and they had a ton of baby/toddler summer clothes on 75% off. I bought shirts! shorts! dresses! We’ve talked before about how it’s tough to buy ahead for little kids, but at 75% off I’m more willing to gamble. Elizabeth is in 3T shirts and 18/24m shorts this summer, so I bought 4T tops and 3T shorts. If the 3T shorts are too big, she’ll probably wear them the summer after next.

I also bought a few things for right now: there were some shirts that were too cute (and too cheap) to resist, even though they were only in Edward and Elizabeth’s current size:

I think they were $1.24 (Elizabeth’s) and $1.74 (Edward’s). Plus, Edward is wearing some coordinated dark green-brown shorts that were something like $1.94, and Elizabeth is wearing jeans that were $2.44. NOT BAD.

Here is what to remember from this post:

• You might still get an L. L. Bean ear suit, if you want it.
• You might get 75% off Target summer clothes, if you want them for next year.
• Don’t forget about Avon! Because I probably won’t remind very often.
• You need to email Kara with Halloween ideas.

This has been a morning spent hovering on the teary side of rage.

Cat barf. Blow-out diapers. Mildew in the wipes container.

Elizabeth’s new, bigger-size pants falling down around her ankles.

Hating the thought of exercise. Trying to renew enthusiasm by trying something new: jump-rope! Jump rope hits coffee table; move coffee table. Coffee-table hits end table; move end table, then move coffee table; see crud under end table but stay on task. Jump rope now hits ceiling. SCREW THIS. Decide not to exercise. Decide “some is better than none,” and start jogging around the house. Bugs swooping. Shorts riding up. Guys working across the street. SCREW THIS. Take shower. Feel like failure: “Ooo, TWO WHOLE LAPS around the WHOLE HOUSE! Why not train for IRON MAN next?” Feel discouraged that after 2 months of exercise, attitude continues to go downhill.

Called hotels for mother-in-law. First place said, “For THIS October?” Children got too loud for phone.

Bathroom vanity drawer broken.

Flies and maggots near trash bag on the porch. Oh my god.

Dryer buzzer goes off. Laundry is all finicky stuff like socks that need to be matched. Use unmatched sock to dab at tears. Force self to knock it off: it is only 9:00 in the morning, Self.

New pretty dishes arrived. They’re clearly stamped “Made in Columbia.” They were advertised as “Made in England.” I’m exchanging them–and I’m already anticipating a second set arriving, ALSO stamped “Made in Columbia.”

I made fudge and didn’t stir it long enough, so it crystallized wrong. IT IS THE END OF THE WORLD.

Here’s how I’m self-medicating:
Sample-size of expensive, perfumed face moisturizer.
Comfy undies.
The grainy fudge.
Complaining to you.
This:

Also, I feel heartened at the thought of Black Sheeped‘s new site, which is going to be a “Steal holiday ideas from each other!” site. Cheap and/or easy Halloween costumes! Teacher gifts! Handmade cards! Gifts children can make that don’t suck for the recipient! My mind is buzzing with ideas to submit–but also with the desire to STEAL STEAL STEAL. So I hope you will start sending Kara ideas right this minute. More information on the new site, and also an email address to send ideas, is in the second half of the post I linked to earlier in this paragraph. Hup hup with the Halloween ideas. NOW NOW NOW GO GO GO. *wipes motivational brow*

Pretty, pretty Mir drew my attention to this awesome deal: for today only (and only until they run out), L.L. Bean is selling this ear outerwear suit for $9.00. I have the coordinating hats and coats (a gift from my aunt) for the twins–I posted photos last year.

I am thinking of buying the ear suit for Henry–except usually for babies I do a “hat and thick blanket” combo that is SO easy. But $9.00! I hope some of you who have babies or are expecting babies will buy it!

I like “natural” (brown) best, and might have to cave and buy it. I have an L.L. Bean credit card, so shipping is free. (Mir says you can also get free shipping with code 7420440.)

Oh fine, I caved! I bought it in brown for Henry. If I change my mind, I’ll put it on the gift shelf–I almost bought two just because it would make a cute baby gift.