I’ve been dealing with a lot of emotional turmoil the past few weeks, in regard to getting pregnant and my fitness. I know my fitness is improving, as I’ve talked about at length here, but I’m just not getting smaller, and definitely not at a rate to match what I’m putting into it. I’m not giving up though. I’m just really really tired.
I got up at 7 when my alarm went off and fed Lexi then ate breakfast and had some good devotional time. Then all emotional hell broke loose. I don’t want to talk about it. I’m still kinda mad.
I felt-and still feel-utterly spent by 9am. I know God doesn’t want me feeling this way. I know He wants me to take joy in each moment of living this life He has given me, each day full of so much promise. I have 70 solid minutes of working out that I have to do before 5 pm. I’d like to go for a walk too, but those 70 min are nonnegotiable. But all I want is to go back to bed and start this day over and not open my Facebook.