MommyWeighLess

Oh boy. I fell off the wagon. And I fell hard. Think I may have hit my head on the wheel on the way down. Because it has been at least a month since I worked out. And my eating...well...it is bad. I forgot how much it sucks to look in the mirror and be disgusted with myself. I haven't been in this mental state of self loathing in a long time. I know I have been unhappy with my weight for a while, but last night as I rested my hands on my gut...I knew it was time to get my ass in gear and do something about it. Do something to make myself feel good about me. My husband tells me I'm beautiful. Barely keeps his hands to himself, and I could never love him enough for it. But I am so unhappy with my appearance and I know he pays for it. It is time to stop feeling sorry about myself. It is time to lose these 53 pounds.  It is time to gain my self respect back. It is time to love myself again. It is time to be a role model for my daughter. It is time for change. I am disgusti...

So instead of going out for a long walk/run on this amazingly beautiful Saturday afternoon...I find myself cooped up in the car waiting for Dustin to finish playing in the junk yard. Thankfully there is a great breeze coming in through the windows, and the kids have decided they are going to behave. With that said...I am completely content. My man is in his dirty greasy car part element, my babies are cool and enjoying the peace and quiet of the country, and I am happily blogging while listening to the Gator vs. Tennessee game. Go Gators by the way! It is days like this that I am so thankful for the amazing life I have been provided. I am even more thankful for a healthy and happy family. And, in reality,  who could ask for more? How many people in the world are taking for granted this wonderful life we are each given today? How many people are stuck at work? How many are struggling with personal issues? Health issues? Money issues? Or just unhappy in general? I used to worry i...

Well I had my post partum 2 week check up today, and my wonderful OB cleared me of post partum depression. He said I was doing t o o well to be suffering anything more than baby blues. And I agree. I feel better...much better. No more weepy pitiful mommy. I'm baaaccckkk! Well pretty much. I walked well over 2 miles last night while trick or treating with Scarlett and it felt good. My body didn't hurt and no post partum symptoms emerged. The doctor cleared me for exercise and I can't wait to get moving! Even though I am not suffering from depression, there may be a mommy out there that is and if you feel you are or suspect you are...please seek medical help. Do not be ashamed. And if you suspect a mommy of suffering from depression please offer help. A 15 minute break can make a mom's day. My biggest take away...be compassionate. Not only to moms...but to everyone. You never know what someone is going through. And your friendly feature may change their life.