November 30, 2009

This was a rough week. On Monday the leech bite on my son's leg looked infected and had a faint pink line heading up from it towards his groin.(long story--got the bite in Thailand visiting my sister & her family). He'd also been having a fever and chills since Friday afternoon, so I took him to the ER, fully expecting either to be told we were being silly and go home, or to get a prescription for antibiotics and then be sent on our way. I was so sure of this that I went at 12 o'clock, without feeding my son lunch, figuring we'd be out of there in an hour and a half max.

Because we'd been in Thailand, they were worried about the combination of fever/chills & infection, and they admitted him! We ended up being in the hospital from Monday afternoon until Saturday morning--five nights spent in the hospital.

The IV antibiotics quickly dealt with the leech bite, but the fever & chills remained until Thursday night. The unofficial diagnosis is Dengue Fever, a "cousin" of malaria. There's no immunization for it, and no real treatment other than keeping hydrated and taking analgesics for the pain, headache, and fever. Still, pretty scary for all of us.

While Jeremy was in the hospital, I'm afraid that about the only thing I looked forward to was ordering from room service. I tried to get some exercise, which was a challenge because my husband needed to be relieved of duty in the mornings & I was with Jeremy all day.

Long story short, today I weigh 3 lbs more than I did a week ago. I feel really discouraged. I can't believe that I could have eaten 12700 extra calories last week (3 lbs of fat gained, plus the 2500 calories I burned from exercise.) I know I ate treats & snitched fries & tater tots off of Jeremy's tray. I know I ate a bunch of chocolate covered apples off the Edible Arrangement my in-laws sent. I know I didn't measure the blue cheese dressing from the salad bar and that we had desserts most days. But somehow I don't feel like I "deserved" that weight gain.

This morning I worked out at the gym. I've eaten a healthy breakfast and have plans for a healthy lunch. I only got 7 hours of sleep last night, but my goal for the rest of the week is to work on getting my 8 hours and 8 cups of water. I've been off track for the last few months (basically a net loss of 0 lbs since September), and it's time to keep back on track again.