Tuesday, July 23, 2013
If My Needs Come Last Then I'd Rather Just Eat Potato Chips
You know what I suck at? And really, really, really dislike?? Taking care of my health and eating habits.
Why does it feel like such a chore? Why so torturous? Why does it seem I spend the majority of my time feeding my children yet can't muster up anything for myself until about 2:30 in the afternoon with a scoop of peanut butter? Why? Whhhyyy I ask you!!??
And I'm not going to blame it on kids-completely! Because I find it so irritating when people claim they can't shower, or put on clothes other than sweat pants because they have kids. I've got 5 of em, and I'll shower whenever I want to dammit! So I do realize this is part my laziness and self discipline problem, and part my own not making this all a bigger priority. But I'm going to whine anyway!
If you're reading this and you don't as of yet have offspring, feel free to roll your eyes.
But really, isn't it a drag having to make your own lunch after making lunch for four picky toddlers, then spending another half hour nursing the baby??
Am I blowing this out of proportion? Don't answer that.
I sometimes feel like its a waste of my precious time. You know those precious moments when no one is asking you for something? Or no one has a diaper that needs to be changed? Or no one needs to be cleaned, kissed, thrown in the corner? These are precious moments!! I don't want to spend them assembling some gluten-free, tasteless pile of mushy protein!
I want to spend those precious moments staring off into space. Or reading a blog. Or reading a book. Or ignoring the growing mound of dirty laundry. In other words if I'm not meeting someone's need I just want a break from all needs-including mine!
The problem is I'm going to have to make some really annoying diet changes in order to try and crack the code to my NFP/crazy body problems. Its going to put an end to my breakfasts of only carbs, and my lunches of only potato chips. I'm not quite that bad...but fairly bad...
I'm also the worst about feeling guilty about making doctors appointments for myself. Yesterday I just had to run into town to go to a quick doctors appointment for a really annoying ailment that's been bothering me for weeks. But I simultaneously felt guilty for having to have my sister watch the kids, and frustrated that a stupid doctors appointment ate up my only child-free moments of the entire day.
I don't know why this feeling comes up especially with doctors appointments. I think its because I view myself as a fairly healthy person who doesn't need to waste my time or public health dollars unless I'm on death's door or need an amputation.
Let's hope I move in the direction of improvement...even slight improvement...
And let's hope that this is the only instalment of complaining for the duration of the epic 7 days of posting!