I am back from a break. A break I didn't even realize I needed or wanted. A break that-just-happened.
I am going to be Debby-Downer for a few minutes, but tomorrow is a new day and I will have a renewed spirit. So, I promise the negativity won't last long.
My thoughts last week:
Megan, you aren't good enough.
Megan, you are failing your husband, your baby, and your body.
Megan, work harder you aren't doing enough.
Megan, you are lazy.
You get the picture.
I was having a pitty party.
I felt like I was failing in every area of my life:
I thought I was failing Brandon because I wasn't shaving my legs, I wasn't cooking dinner, and I wasn't cleaning our messy house. I felt like I was failing Alivia because I was cranky towards her because I was tired. I felt like I was failing my body because I wasn't running, I wasn't drinking enough water, I was eating like a-million-sugar-cookies a day, and not logging my food.
To say the least: it was a hard week.
My pitty party is over today.