“…and other batshit things I’ve considered in the last 24-hours”. That’s the official title of this post. So sue me, why don’t ya.
I’m tired ya’ll. After yesterday’s insane marathon of hitting the grocery store at 6am, then cooking breakfast for the Greedies, and THEN doing 15,467 loads of laundry, it was the straw the broke the unicorn’s neckbone. That’s when I began to whimper a little and tears came out my eyeballs. It was a seriously shitty moment for me.
So 7 hours later after I got done the laundry, I’m laying on the couch all exhausted because my ass is sore, my legs are jello and my back is busted from all that damn laundry I told you about. I’m laying there and decide to spontaneously grab the saggy skin on my lower stomachs.
Uh oh. I shouldn’t have done that. Just opened a can-ohh worms.
The stubborn fat is coming off my stomachs, but my skin is stretched so bad from being previously knocked up 4 times with child-spawns, that at this point, there’s no possibility of my skin shrinking back. I think it’s done all the shrink-back is gonna do already.
So then I start feeling extra-blah because my stomach skin has the appearance of melted and hangy. Same as my boobs.
So I say to myself: “Eff it, just gimme liposuctions, or tummy tucks, or whatever the hell it is when you get the extra skin to be gone. ”
Like I have money for that? NOPE! Ain’t happening, my friends.
Please excuse me. I’m just delirious at the moment and super tired and rambling on. All will be right with the world again tomorrow. I’ll bounce back real fast. Because I’m elastic like that.
Just needed to vent a little, so I figured I’d do it publicly in an effort to remain transparent in who I am and how I get to feeling sometimes –very much human and imperfect.
I eat way too much cake sometimes. I obviously let the laundry pile up. I even fart at work. And I despise cooking dinner. This is the “yucky” part of my life, but I’ll be back to the “yum” part in a jiffy, because I refuse to be defeated.
There’s a brand new workout comin’ at you in the next post, so watch for it. See that! I’m already gettin’ back to normal.
side note: After I wrote this post at 10:30pm last on night I went upstairs to go plop into bed, but forgot I had stripped the mattress earlier. There were no sheets on the bed. DAMMIT!
Anybody else felt blah lately, but you refuse to be defeated?