I Don't Hate Myself Today

I don't hate myself today.  In fact, I haven't hated myself in 44 days.  February 7th, 2013. That's the day I finally became ready and willing to do the things I need to do to take care of myself;  for starters... getting much needed exercise on a regular basis, making food choices that feed my body, instead of...

Bare Minimums

Bare minimums.  That's all I could handle this morning. Get up.  Get coffee.  Feed kids. Get them dressed. Get me dressed.  Pack lunch. Get in car... drive.  Drop off child at school.  It took every ounce of energy I possessed...

In the Food

I cancelled a get-together with two people today, which had the potential to become a business relationship-- and all because I wasn't in the mood to be social.

Eating away at my self-esteem today

There is a new Disney show on TV called "Dog with a Blog."  I mean, it's bad enough that we strive to be original and somewhat different from the 30 zillion other people out there with blogs.  So now every time I see the damn show...

Screw the Perfect Blog Entry

So, I think I'm finally starting to understand now.  I can't wait until I "have my shit" totally together to write in this thing.  If I do, then I will never write in it.

Being a Mom is Freaking Hard

A few days after having my first child, I seriously thought, "How in the hell can there be so many people in the world, because why would anyone do this to themselves more than once!?"  

The "Binge" Part

Food. I can't do it like normal people.  Especially problematic is recreational sugar.  It's a drug to me. It sets up a craving and once I have it, I need more.  And it's even worse when my head is in a good place and I think,"I can handle it."