If it weren’t for getting my hair done this weekend, my entire self would be a steaming pile of hot mess. Since my hair is looking good (for now).. it’s really from the hair down that I am frustrated, horrified, angry, and sad about.
As much as I hate that ‘evil time of the month’, I swear it had better be right around to corner or I might as well throw myself off of a cliff.
After not getting the tonight up/weight loss I had wanted over the past few months (and depo hormones didn’t help that at all), I decided to step up my game so to speak.
What worked after giving birth to Holden to lose the belly is NOT working after Parker. Pilates and core training? Psh. No matter how much it burns or how much I swear, i’ve seen no difference whatsoever. I don’t really fully understand why, but it’s the unfortunate truth of the matter. So I started adding more cardio to the workouts.. which is essentially me running around in the house like a madwoman, with Holden running and following and yelling at me to keep going when I stop. He has become my personal trainer.
Even though I HATE it- I stayed on the Special K diet. It’s easy, and has worked in the past. Cereal for two meals a day? One would think the person doing that would HAVE to lose weight! Two out of 3 meals a day are only about 200 calories or less. I even curbed my snack.. those damn Ritz Munchables are hard to stop eating once you start!
I really have no idea what to do differently with the time I have to get this fat off of my midsection. I hate getting dressed. Everything fits.. but I look down and see that belly, and see those muffins hanging over my pants and just get sad about it. I feel uncomfortable and gross in my own skin, and the feeling increases substantially over time.
Ugh. At this point i’m tempted to take the money I make from blogging and surveys and save it toward friggin’ lipo instead of buying things like a new carpet for the living room or picture frames.. though I know I never will.
Person on tv: Age is just a number! 10yo: Yeah, a number that pulls you closer to death.
Party animal over here pic.twitter.com/OVpKPuu4Yc
Proving to my kids that they ARE Friends goo.gl/fb/QbSSNp
Writing my next book Me: My period inspired a whole new chapter! Husband: Your lack of period inspired a whole book... Me: pic.twitter.com/fpNHwnYeAF
The card my kid made me at school. I truly don't know why I expected anything different 😂😂 pic.twitter.com/T7nai0ycqS
Valentine's Day before 4pm and I'm already putting on pajamas because my uterus is bloated to the size of a Buick and erupting like Mount Vesuvius so I guess you could say I'm feeling PRETTY romantic.