It has been another long period since the last entry – however, instead of owning up to the fact that I have just been incredibly lazy, I’m just going to go ahead and blame it on my computer acting up and then dying. Which really did happen, though there was time for me to blog, though I haven’t been feeling much like sharing. Not that I can actually promise that this entry will be of any interest.
Squirmy, now five months (well, will be on the 2nd of November), is coming along beautifully. She’s a giggling, rolling little monster, in the most adorable way. She’s just so perfect. Then again, I am very bias. Still managing to breastfeed, which I am extremely proud of. Even though I had (still do) every intention of continuing for as long as possible, there has been times where I’ve wanted to throw in the towel.
And I’m feeling great. For the most part. Joined a gym, so as to regain my shape. I’ve lost all of my baby weight, but even so, I still feel incredibly unattractive. It is so frustrating. Before I got pregnant, and even during it, I was finally comfortable and confident with my body – even so much so that I thought I was hot. And now….well, now I feel the same way that I did when I was sixteen. Which is just to say that I have sero confidence in myself. And really, there is nothing attractive or sexy about that. What really gets to me, I’ll wake up in the morning, shower and actually put effort into my appearance, and leaving the bathroom, I feel great about myself. Then, not even 30 minutes later, due to something I’ve seen or heard, I feel like shit.
