Well maybe not near, but somewhere along the horizon. As I sit here like a bump on a log, I am feeling like a big L.O.S.E.R. It seems as though everyone else is doing something, anything. Me? Nothing. Well something; sitting here, dreaming about being someone that is totally awesome. But that is as far as I get. Just thinking about all these grandiose ideas about being someone, something that I can be excited about. But then I continue to just lurk around the blogosphere and gain more weight.
I would like to start running. I hate running. It hurts my boobs ( I am well endowed and breastfeeding... you do the math). Why then would I choose running? A couple of reasons.
1. It makes you lose weight the quickest
2. Rumors of it changing your mind in a fabulous way
3. I don't need a gym membership to go for a jog.
4. That is all I have for right now.
I would like to change up my style. I don't have a style. I have the style of a stay at home mommy. Some days, I don't ever get out of my jammies. What a way to feel great about yourself... On the days I do manage to get out of a funk and actually get dressed, I am at a loss as to what to wear. I gained too much weight being preggers to fit into pre pregnancy clothes, and so I am now still in maternity wear. Sexy right? I go shopping for new clothes and I just feel like a fat blob and then get depressed. I am stuck in a rut.
And p.s. trying to diet? I eat my feelings. Need I say more?
I am going to the dr on Wednesday to maybe discuss the possibility of postpartum depression. Hopefully something will change soon. I need to get out of this funk.
Maybe one day soon...