Well this week has definitely not been the best. I was without Internet for a couple of days, stayed at my mother's which contributes to making bad choices, and have just been dealing with some stress in my personal life. Don't get me wrong, with the exception of Wednesday, which was just a cluster-eff of bad decisions, I stayed on the right path this week, even though I didn't track. I am not feeling discouraged about weight loss nearly as much as I am about other issues going on at the moment.
Our tiny 2-bedroom co-op has been on the market since July. We are expecting our first snow in southern New York this weekend, and I am feeling very, very down about the fact that we are still living here. We have no space here. I can't even fathom where a Christmas tree is going to go in this apartment, if the realtor even green lights one at all, seeing as it's a "personal touch," and God forbid we have any of those in the home that we're still living in. I'm just sick to death of living here. We have no room for anything, I can't get my daughter anything substantial for Christmas, because there is nowhere to put it. Currently, we are in an outerborough of New York City. We are looking to move twenty minutes north to the suburbs. Ever since we made this decision, I have signed onto Facebook countless times to see my husband's friends trash-talking about how I am dragging him to a "foreign land," away from his friends, and turning him into a "herb" (whatever the hell that means). I am tired of reading the trash talking. I am sorry if I would rather have my daughter in smaller classes, with a yard to run in, and lots of fresh air, and extra curriculars, and *gasp* I can actually be close to my family!!
What I don't understand is why his friends feel that they have any say in our decisions for our family. I find it insulting to insinuate that he is a sellout because he is moving to the suburbs instead of staying in the city. I find it extremely insulting to read that my husband might as well not even still be living here because "having a baby" basically ends your life. How dare he!! For five years I have lived here, never insulted the people who live here simply because their city lifestyle is different from how I grew up (in the suburbs), and now I'm being villified because I would prefer to raise my child elsewhere. I have had enough. And rather than even be understanding about why I am feeling the way I am feeling, my husband takes their side. I am so frustrated that I could scream.
How is this affecting my weightloss? I don't want to eat. I am so disgusted that I have no appetite. I am so discouraged that anything I eat feels like lead weight in my stomach. One would think that basically being on hunger strike would be beneficial from weightloss, but I know how much damage I can do to my metabolism by not eating. I am hoping that by purging all of this, I am finally able to get somewhat of a handle on my emotions enough to go back to making healthy decisions.
Our tiny 2-bedroom co-op has been on the market since July. We are expecting our first snow in southern New York this weekend, and I am feeling very, very down about the fact that we are still living here. We have no space here. I can't even fathom where a Christmas tree is going to go in this apartment, if the realtor even green lights one at all, seeing as it's a "personal touch," and God forbid we have any of those in the home that we're still living in. I'm just sick to death of living here. We have no room for anything, I can't get my daughter anything substantial for Christmas, because there is nowhere to put it. Currently, we are in an outerborough of New York City. We are looking to move twenty minutes north to the suburbs. Ever since we made this decision, I have signed onto Facebook countless times to see my husband's friends trash-talking about how I am dragging him to a "foreign land," away from his friends, and turning him into a "herb" (whatever the hell that means). I am tired of reading the trash talking. I am sorry if I would rather have my daughter in smaller classes, with a yard to run in, and lots of fresh air, and extra curriculars, and *gasp* I can actually be close to my family!!
What I don't understand is why his friends feel that they have any say in our decisions for our family. I find it insulting to insinuate that he is a sellout because he is moving to the suburbs instead of staying in the city. I find it extremely insulting to read that my husband might as well not even still be living here because "having a baby" basically ends your life. How dare he!! For five years I have lived here, never insulted the people who live here simply because their city lifestyle is different from how I grew up (in the suburbs), and now I'm being villified because I would prefer to raise my child elsewhere. I have had enough. And rather than even be understanding about why I am feeling the way I am feeling, my husband takes their side. I am so frustrated that I could scream.
How is this affecting my weightloss? I don't want to eat. I am so disgusted that I have no appetite. I am so discouraged that anything I eat feels like lead weight in my stomach. One would think that basically being on hunger strike would be beneficial from weightloss, but I know how much damage I can do to my metabolism by not eating. I am hoping that by purging all of this, I am finally able to get somewhat of a handle on my emotions enough to go back to making healthy decisions.
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