I'm seeing all these awesome ideas online for Halloween parties, and decorations, and costumes, and food. Sigh. If only I wasn't so burned out from the costuming rush. Toby and I didn't even dress up for the kids' Halloween parties at school.
I did dress up for the church's annual Trunk or Treat event. My corset that fit at this time last year (when I was very early pregnant with Loch), doesn't fit anymore. I weigh the same, but things are obviously distributed differently now. Also sigh. I thought my body was already a fairly fluffy mom-style. It's the first one or two pregnancies that take that huge toll. Apparently, you can destroy your person just a little more every time.
It's not that I'm knocking motherhood at all. It's not the kids' fault I like food, and my fave "activity" is reading, preferably curled up in a chair with a blanket and hot tea. Live like a hobbit, look like a hobbit.
We purchased a treadmill off Craigslist recently, and I'm trying to put it to good use. I always forget how much good exercising does me. Not just physically, but mentally. I have a tendency to depression, and all the endorphins help my black moods immensely. I KNOW that mentally. But some part of me inside is always telling me it's not worth it, and I'd much rather nap.
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I know, I know. But it is hard to exercise when your kids are trying to climb on the running treadmil, isn't it?
I've been using my jedi mind powers to alter my self-image from "fat" to "sexy giver-of-life woman" because there's no loosing weight for me until I stop nursing.
But like you, I feel better when I exercise-even just 20 minutes makes a huge difference and daylight savings time is kicking my butt so I guess I'm gonna have to find the time to exercise so I don't go around the house all day feeling like a zombie.
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