And it’s bumming me the fuck out. I mean seriously, how long can one person feel like shit? I’m all sluggish and nauseated and having cramps and headaches and I’m tired and I can’t think most of the time. I dunno. I think I’m a mess.
So whiny is me. I’m losing weight, though, so yay for that, but still, is it worth it since I feel like shit? Not only am I back to my pre-pregnancy weight [as in, before Shaya pre-pregnancy] I’m also back to what I weighed when I got married [125 lbs, if you’re curious]. I’m not, however, back to my pre-pregnancy shape. Heh. Probably gonna have to do some crunches to accomplish that one.
The weird thing is, I feel all yucky and fat and stupid… it’s not a literal ‘fat’ feeling, but my body just feels wrong. My stomach isn’t back to normal from my lovely stint of salmonella poisoning, and my heart’s wonky from my period, so that doesn’t feel right either. I dunno. I think I need to sleep for the rest of the week and come back next Monday and see how I feel.
Heh. If only. No, I gotta get up and get my kids to school tomorrow, and find the will to make a menu, grocery list, and go grocery shopping [and then come home and cook something… ugh]. Steve gets paid tomorrow, so we can actually buy food again [yay! thank God we had a full pantry two weeks ago when we realized we were out of money way before we were supposed to be… yikes. That is so not fun.]
But, feeling like I do, I really just want someone to come over and cook comfort food for me and let me sleep. Steve’s off, but he’s not much of a cook, so I’m gonna have to suck it up. Eating is making me nauseated. Doesn’t matter what I eat, it makes me sick. Potato soup made me have heartburn from hell the other night. Vegetable soup made me nauseated today.
I ordered pizza tonight for dinner. I just couldn’t make myself cook anything, and we’re out of everything except meat anyway [and it’s deer meat… yuck when you’re sick]. So naturally I’m suffering the consequences of pizza. A wonderful double whammy of nausea and heartburn.
I probably need to get out and force myself to do some exercise or something, which brings me to my next whine. It’s 14 degrees here, and the forecast says a low of 10 tonight, with a whopping 38 as a high for the week! Ugh. I have to wear two pairs of socks and my boots inside my house to try to stay warm, and I’ve still been cold all day. And it’s not cold in here! Seriously, it’s like somewhere between 72 and 75 degrees. I should not be cold, and yet I am.
So I guess I’m done whining for the night. I have some memories to write about later this week. Maybe I’ll feel up to sitting down at the computer tomorrow and working on it. We rearranged our bedroom a couple of months ago, and there’s no room for our office chair, so I’ve got a folding chair with a pillow on it to sit in, and it’s wreaking havoc with my back, neck, shoulders, and feet [they get cold when I sit too long]. Oops. I said I was done, but I was wrong.
I’m going to have to figure something out with this stupid chair and computer desk, though. It makes it very painful to sit at the desk for longer than a few minutes, and I spend most of my day at the computer. I need to be better soon. This is getting really old.