I’ve been on a two day binge of epic proportions. The food issue is so complex. I was free of it while I was pregnant and even afterward to some extent until now. I’ve been successful with my exercise mini challenge but what is the point when I’m eating vast amounts of junk? Or when I lay around the house for hours at a time staring at stupid TV that I can’t even focus on?
Feeling sorry for myself and binging does not honor Greyson. It does not show my love for him at all. Getting pregnant with him was the one wonderful thing I’ve done, and somehow I managed to screw it up. Now I can’t even honor him by grieving in a respectful, loving way like a mother should.
I’ve got to find a way to pull myself up and focus on moving forward. I can’t let myself slip so far down. Everything just seems so meaningless.
Dollface was here to spend the night last night. I guess she’d been cooped up at home too long and just couldn’t stand to stay home while Stretch went skating. We played dolls and it gave me a bittersweet, crazy feeling cuddling that doll close and dressing it.
Dollface went home at about 9 and I pried myself off out of the TV watching chair at about 3pm.
MC and MB you’ve sucked me in to your 365 Photo Challenge. I don’t know if I’ll be able to stick with it daily as you both are doing so wonderfully but it was fun today to walk around looking for creative shots. Guess it will be a challenge-ish for me. Thanks for the inspiration and encouragement.
Picture of the Day: