My husband works nights. After I get home from work, I have to make sure the kids do their homework, get dinner (which my kids never want what I make - even when its something they like), get them to sports, and keep up with housework. (My husband does housework during the day but the kids mess it up by the time they go to bed.)
I feel like I am a single mom, we recently moved...no new friends yet...no one to talk to. I feel overwhelmed and alone...
I try talking to my sister, but somehow I seem to get cut off when talking about my problems, but there doesn't seem to be any problem when its about her issues. I help her, but feel like I don't get any help from her. Not emotionally. Again, alone and overwhelmed. I need to lose weight....its tough. No matter how much you need to lose (me only 25...I only say only because I know there are people out there that need to lose more and would probably not mind being my size, but I am short too. No boobs to balance my figure (or assume some of the weight). Anyway, 10 pounds, 20 pounds, 60 pounds whatever, its tough. My husband laughs cuz he took off some weight and has kept it off and thinks I just don't try hard enough. When I get upset or overwhelmed, I want to eat and drink soda. (Soda is my vice.) I've psycho analyzed myself over and over. I won't be able to lose the weight (and keep it off) until I am happy with myself (or at least happy.) What would make me happy? Friends to talk to...hang out with....less crap from the kids when told to clean rooms, do homework, go outside to play. That is the other thing. We had lots of kids in our old neighborhood. Now, only a few...they don't go out and play. Now my kids stay in. Makes me sad. I had to move, though. The neighborhood was going downhill. In fact on one of the days we were showing the house, the cops came to the house across the street.
That just touches on my story. So much more to tell. I just cry. No one to talk to. I dont' think my husband would understand. He is perfect. Or at least that is what it seems like. He sticks to his diet (at least enough to keep the weight off. He may go off it, but then goes back on. Doesn't gain it back) he doesn't spend money, he cooks and cleans. PERFECT. Maybe that is part of my problem (here I go psyho analyzing again) I can't measure up to him, so why try? Ugh! I need a soda and...hmmmm pepperoni and crackers? Chips? chicken fried rice? Hmmm..
okay. time to go. I feel depressed now. And FAT!