Hi, I had my second in January and I really need to shift my attitude but I don’t know how to.
I’m stuck in this awful place where I look in the mirror and don’t recognise this miserable fat person looking back at me. I’m exclusively breastfeeding a baby who will only reluctantly take a bottle, still feeds 8-9 times a day at 6 months and won’t nap in anything but a carrier. He won’t feed under a cover and having had to show my breasts to so many consultants I really don’t want to get them out in public so am stuck in house.
I can’t stop feeling resentful of my husband. He goes to work he spent 12 hours with my permission at the cricket yesterday though think he was taking the piss to ask on the one day I get his help. I talk to him about it and all I now get in returns is a snarled “I get it, you hate our life”.
I have very little to do but eat and have managed to do just enough exercise to not gain any more weight but don’t have energy to stop eating crap. Pre first kid I was pretty good at my chosen sport co-held veteran (oldies) world records and now I can barely move. I asked a coach for technique pointers as back was painful and was told issue was weight distribution and there was no point messing up technique before I’d lost weight. This has now become a standing joke I hate at said sports club.
What can I do to shift this. The kids are so happy, my GP agrees I’m exhausted rather than depressed and that I do have a challenging baby from a day sleep perspective.
I’d just like to be happy and escape the horrid Groundhog Day drudgery my life has become.