Food and fitness-wise, things are ugly around here. I’m hanging out in this post-baby rut and I’m searching for a way out, but so far, no dice.
Every night I tell myself: You’ll do better tomorrow. Better food choices. You’ll go for a run. But inevitably, I’m stressed or tired, and healthy choices seem to take a backseat to emotional eating. The baby refuses to nap, or the three year old spills an entire gallon of milk all over the kitchen floor and then decides to try to clean it up by himself with every clean towel in the house, and suddenly I find myself gazing into the fridge, looking for something to soothe myself.
This is really, really bad. I know.
My biggest frustration right now is finding time to run. My baby is too small for the jogging stroller, so I’m basically at the mercy of my husband’s work schedule. Right now, he gets home at dusk. My running has, for the most part, been relegated to weekends or the blessed days my mom is here.Yes, I know I could put the kids in the stroller and walk. But I wanna RUNNNNNN. Sniff.
Y’all, I need a swift kick. I see so many roadblocks and it’s so frustrating. All I want is to get back into shape, to feel good about myself, to fit into my clothes
and a million dollars. But good Lord, sometimes I just don’t know how to get there.
Okay, let’s not make this all about me. It’s True Confession day, and I want to hear from YOU. Yes, you. How’s your week going? Let it go, the good, the bad, the ugly. Link up in the comments, or if you’re short on time, just confess in the comments (I don’t judge).
Oh, and on a side note, I’m posting a great giveaway later today, so stay tuned…
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