Six months after Baby was born, I am back on Weight Watchers. My intention was to go back earlier, but, simply put, the coffee cake was just too good. Then last Friday, I walked by the full length mirror and caught a glimpse of myself. I kept walking, sat down at the computer and signed up for Weight Watchers online.
I am firm groupie of Weight Watchers. I have been on Weight Watchers (how many times can I use those two words in this post?) on and off for the last 10 years or more. I am a believe in the system, but do I follow it? No. This time, I will succeed, because in addition to it being 10 years that I have loved Weight Watchers, it our 10 year wedding anniversary this July. And I don't want to be walking by the full length mirror disappointed!
On another note, I am excited/scared/overwhelmed to say that Son may be going to the local school in our district, after attending an elementary school 40 minutes from home. Today, we went to look at the school and met with the principal. She was so warm, and expressed such interest in having Son attend her school. I was comforted in seeing such acceptance of him as a child needing to be educated. My fears are not in the education of Son, but more of a fear that removing him from the homogeneous class of Down syndrome students will later be a disservice to him when he may seek friendships within his own. Children do gravitate to those most like themselves. I think. But he can learn so much from diversity. Oh, the age old question: how do I know I am pushing for the right things?