I am a big wimp when it comes to difficulties. Meaning small difficulties seem like monumental trials to me. Okay, maybe having five young children isn't a small difficulty, but I figure with my first-world lifestyle and not worrying about feeding, clothing, and sheltering my family, what do I have to complain about? I have five beautiful, healthy kids with no detected physical or mental concerns and the best husband a woman could ask for. But man, caring for five children 8 years old and younger is sometimes suffocatingly difficult for me. And our family has been blessed with amazing help since Adele entered our lives almost four weeks ago. (Can you believe she is almost one month old??!?) We have had meals brought in, playdates for my kids, one woman came and cleaned my floors and bathrooms today and they look so pretty, my sister came and helped as did my MIL. I'm forgetting so many things that people have done to help us right now because I'm tired and just ate an obscene amount of gelato.
I am eager to get back into an exercising and healthful eating routine. Sadly, when I am worn down after constantly attending to others' needs, I turn to eating naughty food throughout the day and late into the evening to give myself a break. And I am very eager to lose these last 15 pounds and be back to my normal self, which isn't happening quickly enough for me. I keep trying to remind myself that it took nine months to get as big as I was so I need to chill out and take it step by step. But when my clothes are too small and my tummy jiggles when I walk and I'm grossed out by that, it's hard to be patient. But tomorrow I am meeting my friends at the track for my first ever postnatal workout, wahoo!!! It's going to feel a lot worse than necessary because of all that gelato I just ate, but oh well. At least I'm getting out and doing something finally.
How is your summer going thus far?
