Oh hi, I wearing jeans (that's a big deal for me).
I had a rough morning yesterday.
Trying on different outfits, trying to feel pretty in what I had on...and I only felt really uncomfortable.
So, I shed my off-fitting jeans, and a tad too snug shirt and went back to my staple: stretch pants+jersey tunic type shirt. I drove around running errands with my three babies wishing I wasn't so squishy. (Remember, my babies like me squishy?). I just started getting more and more annoyed, almost disgusted with myself that I wasn't back to my size 6 jeans yet.
Then I heard a voice in my head. Odd, but it was me, in five years. I said to me: "oh shut up and give your self a freaking break. You are worried over something so dumb. You just had a baby, you know this is how your body works, so just stop it." Basically, I got told by myself.
So, I'm over it.
Cause you know what? I feel great. And my body is amazing. It makes people, and then feeds them.
I am eating healthier than I have possibly ever, I run in the mornings when the sun is rising and my babies are sleeping, and then its go go go with them and a husband until bed time.
So who cares if I'm not back to "normal" yet? Ya know what? NO ONE DOES.
Thank you me-in-five-years, I needed that talking to.