BUT... I also worked out with my personal trainer yesterday evening. So, I actually prepped myself (unknowingly) for my shitty night.
I still woke up feeling pretty blah today. But I'm bouncing back now. And I bet it would have taken me MUCH longer if I hadn't had my butt whipped by my ass-kicking trainer. Who I love, despite the ass-kicks.
My fingers are crossed that now that I've stopped nursing Anna, and I'm training for a half marathon, and I'm working out with a personal trainer, and I'm taking thyroid medication and I'm trying to make some nutrition changes (goodbye, Arrowroots. We were such good friends. Sniff.)... maybe - just maybe - I can shed some of the leftover baby weight.
Anywho. If it comes off, great. If it doesn't, meh. I'll try harder after baby #2. (Mind you, I feel like I'm trying pretty damn hard, here. It's not like I'm sitting on my arse stuffing my face full of chips whilst complaining about how fat I am).
Whateves. All I ever talk about these days is my lack of sleep and the weight that won't come off. How awesome and fun to read about! (Sarcastic emoticon goes here.)
For the next post, I think I'll brainstorm a list of wonderfully exciting topics that I can discuss and that you'll be just dying to read about. Yeah... that's what I'll do. I've already got a few ideas now...
... what I ate for lunch yesterday
... the way I separate my laundry into like colours before washing them
... the fine art of perfecting the pony tail (when your hair is too dirty to wear down, but you're too lazy to wash it)
... my trip to the grocery store
Yes. I am the most awesome-est, exciting human being that ever walked the face of the earth.
You people are so lucky to know about this blog.