I overdid it in the food department. I knew better and still I ate and ate and ate. I didn't sleep well at all, waking up with pain and today my whole body hurts.
As if it weren't obvious from my post below. I have a hangover of sleeplessness and funk. I'm just tired.
And I'm trying to get over having a wonderful kid who isn't the kid I expected. The realization that he's just this other thing in so many ways, and almost three years of not having my expectations met in that department is hitting me like a ton of bricks these days. He's beautiful, and wonderful, and so very sweet sometimes. He's perfect as he is, it's me that needs an adjustment of perspective.
I am, oddly, in a good mood today. We were so overbooked this weekend and today we have absolutely nothing on the schedule. We are currently watching a movie and eating popcorn, at 10am and are still in our pjs.
A little more "whaaaa" from me cause I just don't whine enough...
It really sucks when food is quite literally your enemy. You must eat food to sustain yourself. I believe that you were meant to thoroughly enjoy food. It's delicious! Why wouldn't you try to enjoy it as much as possible?
Everything in moderation, right? Right.
It would be nice to be younger, back when I didn't have limitations. Back when I didn't have to strictly portion my meat intake. When I could be careless and carefree and drink a half a bottle of wine with no regrets other than a slight hangover the next day.
My feet hurt. Like walking on shards of glass. My hips ache with every step. Typing? Ya that hurts too. I feel like a decrepid old lady.
Yesterday was lonely. DH had to work, all my family lives on the East Coast, and my (few) friends were all busy. Topping it all off was O, deciding that 4:15 was a god time to wake up and stay up this morning. I was lying in bed, hoping he'd fall back asleep and listening to him chat away. All the while DH was sleeping like a rock because he went out and had a few beers after work. I wanted to punch him in the temple!
And I am sick to death of my post-baby body. I am not back to my pp weight, and I am fairly certain that I have put on a few pounds in the past few weeks. I just want to go back to the gym like I used to. But I have NO support from DH in the mornings and nobody else to watch O while I am gone. F**K!!
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Re: Raise your hand if you're Grumpy Gert today.
::: me ::
week 3 of working momness is kicking my butt, esp after 2 busy weekends in a row.
~~ married 8.11.07
~~ DD1 1.16.11 ~~ DD2 1.3.14 ~~
~~ BFP3 12.22.15 MMC 2.29.16 @ 13 weeks ~~
~~ 2 D&Cs (3.1.16 and 3.10.16) for MMC
~~ BFP4 10.27.16 MMC 1.23.17 @ 16 weeks ~~ D&E 1.26.17 ~~
*ME*
As if it weren't obvious from my post below. I have a hangover of sleeplessness and funk. I'm just tired.
And I'm trying to get over having a wonderful kid who isn't the kid I expected. The realization that he's just this other thing in so many ways, and almost three years of not having my expectations met in that department is hitting me like a ton of bricks these days. He's beautiful, and wonderful, and so very sweet sometimes. He's perfect as he is, it's me that needs an adjustment of perspective.
*ME ME*
3 wakeups last night, back to work this morning after a week off, and DH has a meeting until late tonight = GRUMPY Mama!
A little more "whaaaa" from me cause I just don't whine enough...
It really sucks when food is quite literally your enemy. You must eat food to sustain yourself. I believe that you were meant to thoroughly enjoy food. It's delicious! Why wouldn't you try to enjoy it as much as possible?
Everything in moderation, right? Right.
It would be nice to be younger, back when I didn't have limitations. Back when I didn't have to strictly portion my meat intake. When I could be careless and carefree and drink a half a bottle of wine with no regrets other than a slight hangover the next day.
My feet hurt. Like walking on shards of glass. My hips ache with every step. Typing? Ya that hurts too. I feel like a decrepid old lady.
In case you didn't know... gout can SUCK IT!
--ME!--
Yesterday was lonely. DH had to work, all my family lives on the East Coast, and my (few) friends were all busy. Topping it all off was O, deciding that 4:15 was a god time to wake up and stay up this morning. I was lying in bed, hoping he'd fall back asleep and listening to him chat away. All the while DH was sleeping like a rock because he went out and had a few beers after work. I wanted to punch him in the temple!
And I am sick to death of my post-baby body. I am not back to my pp weight, and I am fairly certain that I have put on a few pounds in the past few weeks. I just want to go back to the gym like I used to. But I have NO support from DH in the mornings and nobody else to watch O while I am gone. F**K!!