A serious glitch
So. I don't like my weight. I'm not even sure what my current weight is. But I don't liek it. I can't fit into my jeans (womens 14). My underwear don't fit right. It's starting to seriously depress me. It doesn't matter that I know I'm not fat. I feel fat. And I don't like it.
Last night during my kickboxing class, I managed to cause my sciatic nerve (left side) to flare. I also somehow fucked up my right knee. So it was like a two-pronged attack of my body saying "Go to hell". Having to have my husband help me up the stairs and into the tub was just icing on the whole I-feel-like-shit cake that life seems to be serving me lately.
I've been trying to find ways to boost my metabolism so that exercising will have the intended effect of losing weight and toning up. But I rarely have an appetite. I'm on a huge cooking binge, but I don't eat enough to really be healthy. Starving oneself really doesn't work, and it's not what I'm trying to do.
I'm losing patience with Emmy. I don't want to be this way, but between my hormones and her hitting puberty, every little thing turns into her crying at me for no real reason. She forgot her spelling list yesterday at school, so when I told her if she kept forgetting homework I'd ground her she went slamming upstairs crying about how stupid she is and how she hates her life. I don't know what to do for her.
I would say FML, but I'd like to assume I'm not that angst ridden.
Elfy
b.l.a.p.s
Last night during my kickboxing class, I managed to cause my sciatic nerve (left side) to flare. I also somehow fucked up my right knee. So it was like a two-pronged attack of my body saying "Go to hell". Having to have my husband help me up the stairs and into the tub was just icing on the whole I-feel-like-shit cake that life seems to be serving me lately.
I've been trying to find ways to boost my metabolism so that exercising will have the intended effect of losing weight and toning up. But I rarely have an appetite. I'm on a huge cooking binge, but I don't eat enough to really be healthy. Starving oneself really doesn't work, and it's not what I'm trying to do.
I'm losing patience with Emmy. I don't want to be this way, but between my hormones and her hitting puberty, every little thing turns into her crying at me for no real reason. She forgot her spelling list yesterday at school, so when I told her if she kept forgetting homework I'd ground her she went slamming upstairs crying about how stupid she is and how she hates her life. I don't know what to do for her.
I would say FML, but I'd like to assume I'm not that angst ridden.
Elfy
b.l.a.p.s