I havent been feeling too good about myself lately (or since I had Brooke, in general). I've mentioned before that my body is just not the same, but I generally just complain about it instead of doing something about it. Top that off with the back and neck problems that I still have not scheduled physical therapy for, and I am just feeling pretty crummy in general. In addition, I am eating horrible food all the time. I have a latte and pastry for breakfast, often the same thing for lunch, and then we eat out (take-out) for dinner. I dont have healthy food to eat at home, and even when I do I dont actually prepare it. This is largely due to the challenges of grocery shopping and making meals with a baby, but also largely due to my own lack of initiative.
I woke up this morning and decided things were going to change.
I was going to try out (and sign-up) for this new class. I was going to start eating better. I was going to schedule physical therapy.
It started off pretty well. I had berries & yogurt for breakfast. I went to Starbucks for my latte, but didnt get a pastry! I had a decent lunch (and made it versus getting take-out, fast food, etc). But thats about all that I did right.
This morning I was supposed to have a trial class for Biceps, Babies & Buggies, a class I really want to take this summer but am a bit worried about how it will work with Brooke's nap schedule. (This class is a continuation of the post-natal ab class I just finished up). Well, the weather is not so nice today ... so no class trial.
I had a friend with car trouble who was stranded with a 6-week old baby. I decided to be a hero and go rescue her, and had to park in front of a bakery (Bombon Americano) where we had to sit and wait for the tow truck.
I was going to call and schedule at least one session of physical therapy and have realized that I lost the prescription for therapy that my doctor gave me.
I'm officially out. I'll give it another go tomorrow.