My Big Fat Full Plate
I wish I could go back to times in my life when I thought I was busy and apologize. “ I’m so sorry, ” I’d say. “ I misjudged you. ” Right now, I don’t just have a full plate. I have an overloaded buffet platter and there isn’t even room for the smallest olive. At present, I have an almost 7 month old baby (who is teething and waking up often in the middle of the night to make clear how he feels about teething) and I have embarked an entirely new career working with Fertility Authority. I also, by the way, really need to lose about 40 pounds. Each issue: New baby, new job, fat ass – could on its own be a full-time project. Still though, I do try to squeeze in exercise (does worrying count as cardio?), eat healthy (well, mostly), be a good and attentive mom (it’s 3am and you’re teeth hurt? Please… do go on!) and be the best damn worker I can be while learning everything on the fly. So, it goes without saying that I’ve missed having the time to write on the blog. Let me give you a...