I am so gross and “skinny fat”. I’m only like four lbs from my pre-pregnancy weight, HOWEVER, it’s like 10 lbs of fat. The baby still wakes up every single hour, all night long and I can barely make it through the day. I really, really need to work out. It’s like, I’m so close, yet just so out of shape. Ugh. The worst.
The whole house needs a good cleaning and Im just like
I dont want to fucking do it. Im so tired of cleaning.
Ditto. Over it. Done.
2014 just won’t quit throwing punches. Let’s recap.
First weekend of January: I totaled my car.
Second weekend of January: Spent in the hospital with baby thanks to RSV.
Beginning of February: I get shingles (seriously, it’s almost comical).
Valentine’s Day 2014: Baby girl is diagnosed with the flu..
Go fuck yourself, 2014. Enough is enough.
I really do need to get back on the workout train. I feel ‘skinny fat’ and I want to tone, tone, tone. Someday I’ll sleep.. right?