I see my little ones getting bigger day after day…and even though I suffered through postpartum depression with them…I’ve been bitten by the baby bug.
Tag: Mental health
I did nothing today. I had plans. I had responsibilities. I have articles to write, and things to clean. I have lists and chores and things to get to. But I did none of them.
I’d love to go for a work out, but you see, it seems getting out of bed is going to require all of my energy today. Depression is hard.
He’s become quite the Houdini lately with taking off his diapers—despite them being duck-taped for better security. And his most recent escape was from a diaper full of poop. This is why special needs parenting is emotionally and physically exhausting.
The problem with this messy and complicated relationship with food and weight is that for me, the quest for body positivity looks a lot like Sisyphus rolling that rock up the hill—minus the cardio, leaving only the struggle.