Totally stressed out just trying to write a small entry. I've been gone for awhile because my needs are the very last on the list in my home and spending 10 minutes to write (even if I had a quiet moment to do so) feels wrong when here is laundry to be folded, dishes to be done and toys to put away. Even the dog needs her meds twice a day. Throw in a runny-nosed 14 month old who either wants to climb up any chair she can, whines and bangs on my keyboard when all I want to do is vent just makes me want to cry and/or open a bottle of wine. Something I've been doing far too often lately and is certainly not contributing to a smaller waistline. She's in her crib, screaming her head off right now while I escaped to the deck to just try to get my thoughts out. My heart is pounding, anxiety attack imminent. Life is not supposed to be this hard. Taking a shower shouldn't have to be a carefully planned event in my day. My health is suffering, my self esteem, my well being and my body.
I've realized that I can go days, even a week without actually sitting down for a meal. A full meal in which I don't have to get up at least 3 times to get somebody a drink, clean up a spilled drink, get up to wipe somebody's butt. The list goes on. I think; Okay. Today I am just going to eat this meal. Whatever happens, I am not getting up. Something always happens that forces me to do so. There will be poop from some person or dog, literally, next to me. Yum, appetizing. Something that needs my response.
I imagine this is where the line between the skinny Moms and the plumpier Moms happens. We all probably feel like we rarely eat. I feel like I rarely eat because it's not mindful. Eating the kids leftovers, shoving food in my mouth while preparing meals because I'm so hungry. Stress eating when everyone is screaming and fighting and I feel like I'm completely failing at this Mom thing so I just turn to chocolate or carbs. There are probably lots of Moms out there who are as busy as I am but they don't stress eat or pop food in their mouths all day long. I want to learn to be one of those lucky ladies.
Tracking, journaling and planning meals? Please. I am so scattered these days. The thought of adding something else on my "to do" list is practically debilitating. I actually did work out on Saturday and Sunday while DH watched the kiddos. The clarity! The list of things I would do every day in my head- read some of my book! Clean the house! Shower! Wash my hair and put on makeup! Plan meals! Journal! Well, it's 11am and I'm getting the "journaling" done here while the baby is screaming in her crib and I'm ready to sob myself with the thought of the weekend mess (accrued during my gym time) piled up in my house and my desperate desire to take the ever elusive shower.
Did I mention that I feel just absolutely disgusting? And the guilt! Oh, the guilt. The wine I've been drinking way too much of, the lack of exercise, I barely wash my face most nights because I'm so exhausted. I'm doing a cleanse day today. Cleansing the palate. Last time I did a week without alcohol I had 3 anxiety attacks that week. But I'm giving it another shot and hoping that journaling and being more mindful of everything will help me feel younger, healthier, more vibrant and somehow make me a better Mom. Because although I love these kids with all of my heart and soul I feel like I'm just failing at so many things with them and with myself these days. Breathe...........
I've realized that I can go days, even a week without actually sitting down for a meal. A full meal in which I don't have to get up at least 3 times to get somebody a drink, clean up a spilled drink, get up to wipe somebody's butt. The list goes on. I think; Okay. Today I am just going to eat this meal. Whatever happens, I am not getting up. Something always happens that forces me to do so. There will be poop from some person or dog, literally, next to me. Yum, appetizing. Something that needs my response.
I imagine this is where the line between the skinny Moms and the plumpier Moms happens. We all probably feel like we rarely eat. I feel like I rarely eat because it's not mindful. Eating the kids leftovers, shoving food in my mouth while preparing meals because I'm so hungry. Stress eating when everyone is screaming and fighting and I feel like I'm completely failing at this Mom thing so I just turn to chocolate or carbs. There are probably lots of Moms out there who are as busy as I am but they don't stress eat or pop food in their mouths all day long. I want to learn to be one of those lucky ladies.
Tracking, journaling and planning meals? Please. I am so scattered these days. The thought of adding something else on my "to do" list is practically debilitating. I actually did work out on Saturday and Sunday while DH watched the kiddos. The clarity! The list of things I would do every day in my head- read some of my book! Clean the house! Shower! Wash my hair and put on makeup! Plan meals! Journal! Well, it's 11am and I'm getting the "journaling" done here while the baby is screaming in her crib and I'm ready to sob myself with the thought of the weekend mess (accrued during my gym time) piled up in my house and my desperate desire to take the ever elusive shower.
Did I mention that I feel just absolutely disgusting? And the guilt! Oh, the guilt. The wine I've been drinking way too much of, the lack of exercise, I barely wash my face most nights because I'm so exhausted. I'm doing a cleanse day today. Cleansing the palate. Last time I did a week without alcohol I had 3 anxiety attacks that week. But I'm giving it another shot and hoping that journaling and being more mindful of everything will help me feel younger, healthier, more vibrant and somehow make me a better Mom. Because although I love these kids with all of my heart and soul I feel like I'm just failing at so many things with them and with myself these days. Breathe...........