Abz1982
Mum to 2 nutters!
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I looked in the full body mirror today and was almost in tears.....as always I hate what I see but cant find the motivation to do anything.
My job is 3 days a week sitting on my ass for hours, with about 45mins driving morning and evening rolled in to that. When I get home I have lo to feed, laundry and dishes to do, so by bed time at 8-9pm I am fed up.
I have a treadmill, and planned to work out in the flat but due to the issue of the floor being SO bouncy that stuff falls off the units if you go faster than a walk, I am restricted to sit ups - which I cant even do due to my sciatica (I can do them but I cant sleep after or walk without crying the next day).
I want to go ut jogging, but I am so scared of the neds - I rarely go out if its not for work . That and the dog shit that is everywhere. That and just my general state of usless fat depressedness makes me just want to not go out unless I am accompanied or invisible.
I did used to think OH could take LO and I could go to the gym...............but then all that shit like dishes and laundry woul dbe waiting for me once I get home anyways.
I used to LIVE in teh gym...........I was work - horse - gym - home - work - horse - gym...........all day, everyday, every week.
but just now...............I have no control, if I take time for me, all the house and kid stuff piles up...........so I could be tired and stressed and fed up and thin or not so stressed but depressed and fat.................
I am tempted to just screw everything to the walls, then work out and if my downstairs neighbour complains I will get a letter from ym doctor explaining I need to lose weight - and maybe it will spur the council on to fix our floors?
But short of carving off my excess fat with my lovely sharp cookign knives..........I have no motivation. And I hate myself.
My job is 3 days a week sitting on my ass for hours, with about 45mins driving morning and evening rolled in to that. When I get home I have lo to feed, laundry and dishes to do, so by bed time at 8-9pm I am fed up.
I have a treadmill, and planned to work out in the flat but due to the issue of the floor being SO bouncy that stuff falls off the units if you go faster than a walk, I am restricted to sit ups - which I cant even do due to my sciatica (I can do them but I cant sleep after or walk without crying the next day).
I want to go ut jogging, but I am so scared of the neds - I rarely go out if its not for work . That and the dog shit that is everywhere. That and just my general state of usless fat depressedness makes me just want to not go out unless I am accompanied or invisible.
I did used to think OH could take LO and I could go to the gym...............but then all that shit like dishes and laundry woul dbe waiting for me once I get home anyways.
I used to LIVE in teh gym...........I was work - horse - gym - home - work - horse - gym...........all day, everyday, every week.
but just now...............I have no control, if I take time for me, all the house and kid stuff piles up...........so I could be tired and stressed and fed up and thin or not so stressed but depressed and fat.................
I am tempted to just screw everything to the walls, then work out and if my downstairs neighbour complains I will get a letter from ym doctor explaining I need to lose weight - and maybe it will spur the council on to fix our floors?
But short of carving off my excess fat with my lovely sharp cookign knives..........I have no motivation. And I hate myself.