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Highs, Lows, and coming to blows

I have not blogged since June, before my munchkin was born. I have been struggling. I have been happy, sad, and everything in between. I constantly feel in limbo, not only about motherhood, but just life in general.

I am going to be the first to admit that I definitely let my health and weight loss goals go to complete shit after I had this guy:



He is perfect. His mother, though, is not.

A few of my friends have starting blogging. Some about weight loss, mommy-hood, couponing, you name it. They all inspired me to start writing in this again. I was going to start a new blog, but then I thought ya know what, I'm still me. Deep down in this dark hole I have created, the old me is there. The person I once was. I hope you'll bear with me on this journey to find happiness and health again. I know it's there.

March 1, 2012
Weight: too fricken scary to even get on scale, maybe tomorrow.
Mood: Mediocre to Blah
Day: Typical - nothing bad or good to report

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  1. LIBBY! LIBBY! LIBBY! Would you feel better to know I gained 17lbs since October? Run a marathon then get fat... all apart of my grand plan apparently. Let's kick this shit together homes!

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  2. We are in this together woman! We CAN do it and we will figure out the blah together! I'm feeling exactly the same and we can figure out something! Love ya bunches :)

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