It hasn't been quite, but almost, six months since going gluten free. I have lost ten pounds. And to be honest, I didn't think I needed to lose ten pounds. I am slightly upset that I lost eight of them. I am not going to mourn the loss of my back padding, but I kinda wish it had relocated to my ass. Never thought I would ever say this, considering that as a teen of a whopping 100 pounds I thought myself fat, I am too skinny. But other than that, I feel better than I ever have.
Natalie is doing a lot better also. She is definitely getting sick less. She has also gained about four pounds, sleeps better and for the most part a little less cranky. But boy is she cranky. No one ever tells you that a six year old can get pissy. I think I am paying for all those years that we never had any problems. Now however she is a handful. It is kinda funny because in some ways she is my biggest help. She holds Gwen, she can help with dishes, doing laundry, making snacks, but ask her to do something she doesn't want to. Wow she has been taking stink eye lessons from Layla.
There have been a few times that we have cheated. Only one of them emotional. Considering my absolute love of food this amazes me. My grandma is the most wonderful person in the world. Every holiday she would make chex mix. I am not overly fond of chex mix. I mean saying that isn't like saying cheesecake. I don't immediately want it. But she sent us a baggie this year at Christmas. No one else got any of it. Okay, Jack ate the pretzels, I don't like them. But seeing the bag of chex mix from my grandma was too much for me. I tried really hard not to think of the bht and all the other nasty stuff in it. Because really I was eating love. yeah, when I say stuff like that, and after I eat like a whole cheesecake,Jack wonders how I don't weigh 200 pounds. It will catch up to me I am sure, it has to everyone else in my family. I mean, even with dreams of donuts and biscuits, I have done pretty well. Jack, the devil, actually handed me a piece of toast loaded with butter and jelly. I held it in my hand. I gave it back to him. Besides for a few small things, biscuits, I have adjusted and it hasn't been that hard. Of course, it makes it easy when you get a horrible stomach ache, right?:)
And I wanted to share another home moment. We have been sick lately. This past weekend was bad for me. Jack actually took care of me. This doesn't happen often. I usually complain about feeling like crap. He thinks that I am exaggerating until he gets it. And then I end up taking care of him. This time, I am not sure why, but he believed me. Maybe it was the chills and fever? Anyway, he made me hot tea with honey, lemon and ginger brandy. My grandma used to make this for me when I was little. I would go to her house when I had to stay home from school. We even have irish coffee mugs, which is what she used to put it in. Somehow he made it just right. Funny, isn't it? How things are so much better when someone else makes it?

And sorry for babbling, and that there is still no pictures. Soon, but I am not going to promise. It has been hard to get moving the past few weeks. Gwen is a nursing maniac and she keeps falling asleep in my lap, she is right now. Oh and she fell off the bed last night. I knew this would happen eventually. I still don't think Jack will take the box springs out. I am going to try though. For the most part she stops when she gets to the edge. But I guess last night she was sick and just wanted to get to me. Jack always asks me why the girls sleep in our room when he has duty. That is why. I was reading to the girls in their room because again Jack wasn't home for dinner or bedtime. If they had been in our room, I would have seen Gwen wake up. But no, I didn't know anything was going on until I heard her crying.
I could ramble about more but I will stop for now, cuz all I am doing is getting sad over how little we see Jack, how much winter sucks and how we shouldn't have stayed here.