I am sick of breastfeeding. Actually, it's not the breastfeeding I'm sick of. It's the pumping. Oh goodness, the pumping!! I feel like I am chained to it. If we want to go out to lunch at work, I have to time it around pumping. Same for meetings. Today I have an out-of-office meeting, and have to leave straight from that to get my boy and take us both to the doctor. I'm hoping he won't have eaten, so I can nurse him rather than have to worry about finding some time in there to pump. Don't get me wrong, I think breastfeeding is awesome, and I am super proud of myself for sticking with it, especially becauase I do work full time and it would have been easy to quit. Now, talk to me in a few months when he's weaned, and see if I'm not a basketcase because my baby isn't breastfeeding anymore. The grass is always greener...
I am so tired of being overweight. I have the best of intentions, but I run out of time to exercise (great excuse, right?) and eating junk is SO MUCH TASTIER than eating ruffage. I tried swimsuits on this weekend, which one would think would make me want to get serious about it. I have 3 weeks before the beach, and I would love to lose 10 pounds (I would REALLY love to lose 20 pounds, but I am going to be half-way realistic about this whole thing). I think if I stop eating like a cow, and do some physical activity, it might be possible. What a novel idea!! I think I'll write a book.
I'm going to eat my delicious breakfast of berries (yum, they really do look delish) and low-sodium V8 (less so...)
Cheers to not being a fatty fatty 2x4 anymore!