One thing I find myself struggling with internally - and externally, if I'm being honest - is weight. The hardest part about this post-baby thing is the weight loss journey, and the fact that it just isn't all that easy to find time or motivation when you've got two kids running around. Not to mention it has been the least of my worries since M got sick.
It's really tough to feel good about yourself when you know that you look like garbage... but then you have no motivation to change anything about that. I don't know if that's the Zoloft talking, or if I really am sucky at prioritizing, but exersize is kind of the last thing on my mind. I hate how I look, hate the size of the clothes I have to wear, hate that I look so frumpy and dumpy ... and I hate how I feel about hating it.
Step one is more than likely to change our eating habits, which are absolutely deplorable. But I have had zero motivation (there's that word again!) to make real food. Maybe it's because Miss O is such a picky pants that I'd rather serve her an Eggo for supper than deal with her whining and complaining about not liking what I've made. Actually, that's exactly it. So I'll serve her an Eggo, and then I'll eat cereal. Or get takeout. Or eat nothing. And then I'm forcing T to do the same because he gets home later than we typically eat supper.
September 1 is when I turn this fat ship around. I can see you all rolling your eyes and scoffing at me, but for reals! Imma do the thing! Because then I can finally quit bitching about it.
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