Army of Mom

So this is how liberty dies ... with thunderous applause.


Monday morning

It's my party and I'll cry if I want to, cry if I want to ... you would cry, too, if it happened to you ...

Remember that song? My parents were products of the late 40s and 50s and I can remember listening to that song on the oldies station growing up. Well, it is applicable today. I am having a major pity party and everyone is invited to listen to me whine. Thing is, logically, I know it is all about my hormones. Yet, that doesn't stop my emotions from making me want to feel really sorry for myself.

Pitiful, isn't it? I know I have a lovely healthy family, a nice home and wonderful friends and family. Yet, I'm stressed to no end about trying to lose weight while abandoning the comfort of foods that I love. So, I'm battling stress and my best friend (food) isn't there for me right now. So, I'm feeling a little pathetic. Ok, a lot pathetic. Then, I stress about paying bills and the money is less there for bills as stupid medical expenses rack up. That is probably worse for me than worrying about my health - paying to stay healthy. Makes me feel really sorry for people without insurance or the ability to pay to go see the doctor. So, then I start feeling guilty for feeling sorry for myself. *sigh* It is a vicious cycle.

I'll buck up ... maybe I'll have something good to blog about later today. For now, it is another Monday.


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