As you may know I gave birth to my third child a few months ago. (In fact, she’s resting in my arms right now while I attempt to type.) Recently while she was crying, I simply sat on the floor exhausted, overwhelmed and tired. While she screamed I began to daydream about wearing a size six again, eating Louisiana Crunch cake and watching endless football with my feet propped up.
My simple daydreaming led me into a pity party. I felt tired, overweight and un-inspired. I wish I could say I quickly prayed and felt better. (Isn’t that how it’s supposed to work?) I prayed but not until after I had about 20 vanilla wafers and a few cans of soda at 3am.
It was my pity food for my pitiful acting self.
Pitiful. Pitiful. Pitiful.
As I sat on the couch, I began to laugh when I thought about you: my precious blog readers. What advice would I have given you? Would I tell you to drown your sorrows in 2000 grams of sugar and sob? No. I’d say be encouraged… be bold… fight through it and push!
Push through the emotional highs and lows, even when you’re sleep deprived.
Let’s do it together! The journey continues…
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