It's sad that someone telling me I'm fat makes me want to eat.
I had a really crappy day at work so this is going to be a rapid fire style entry... sort of.
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1) I took Elora for a walk yesterday before I went to work. My dad decided that it would be a great idea to tell me that "If you got off your ass more often and took her outside you'd lose the baby weight lots faster."
Patricide sounded wonderful.
2) A crazy old lady at work (seriously she goes around the store telling people not to buy anything with high fructose corn syrup cause it's apparently the source, and she means theonly source of all leathal disease) asked me when I was having my baby. And when I said I had her two months ago... she didn't belioeve me. I showed her a picture of said baby. She looks at me and says "Well you're pregnant again already! Good for you! You're a good mother."
3) I now feel like crap about myself even though I know I'm back down to 155lbs, which is only 5lbs higher than my pre-pregnancy weight, and pretty close to a healthy weight for my size. It doesn't really matter how many times my mom or friends tell me I look good. Sometimes I feel like I look like crap.... the two most recent blows to my ego are not helping... considering the fact that I'm an emotional eater and I'm thinking about an ice-cream sandwich like it would save my life right now.
4) In more random news I've decided that some day, when I have a house, I'll have a huge yard with a large flower garden and possibly a small vegetable garden and maybe a fruit tree or two, apples most likely. I'll also keep bees. I have strange life goals. But I think the growing things and the bees would be a good learning experience for my kids.
5) I've decided that I want four kids. Elora makes one. Now if I can just find someone to put up with all my crazy I'll be set. Spread the word, Kids. I'm looking for baggage that goes with mine.
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