Just rambles

I use to write, a lot. I’ve been writing in a journal for as long as I can remember. I have boxes of them, full of tears and laughter. I write to clear my mind, to expel the shit that clogs my brain matter. I find since the little miss was born I’ve been neglecting many things, writing being one of them. Yes I know I have this, not the same I say. And really I’m surprised anyone reads the items that spit from my fingers.

I wish I could write here everyday. But life with plus one doesn’t always allow mummy to do everything she would like. Or everything she needs to do. I as some would say bounced back to prepregnancy weight pretty quick. I’ve always had an alarmingly fast metabolism. And breastfeeding seems to speed it up even more. Needless to say, I’m not just below that weight now.

NOT GOOD, so very very bad… Yes I’ll admit that the first few months eating was hard. She wasn’t very cooperative with me eating as I should. Now with the help of the miracle baby swing, I’ve been eating more. But I’ve dropped more weight. WHAT THE HELL. My midwives said that they didn’t want me dropping below 100lbs. Ummm no kidding I don’t want to either. But that number seems to becoming closer and closer on the scale.

Maybe I should just stay off the scale… what I don’t know can’t hurt me right? RIGHT??!!

It could be that I walk everywhere. With Adelayde strapped to my front, and I live in a three floor walk up. And I carry all my groceries home as well.. But for crying out loud. What do I need to do? I don’t want to weigh any less. But I can’t seem to keep the weight on..

What the heck can I do? Just sit on my ass watch my stories and eat bon-bons? I don’t think someone would be down with that.