Tuesday, December 4, 2012
The Problem With Not Being Depressed
It's no secret I was depressed after Lucy was born. Big time. And I've said it before, but losing your first child to a major tragedy then having another baby 11 months later isn't the best recipe for postpartum bliss either. That makes two for two major depressions after giving birth.
But then Zoë"loft" came along and, well...its been much better. At least in the depression department.
However, I've discovered one teeny tiny problem when it comes to not being depressed: Losing my baby weight!
I actually have an interest in food this time. And the Snow Canyon half marathon I was training for? Didn't happen. I decided not to do it. I was too overwhelmed with the kids. Maybe its my age. And the fact that this is my third child. Maybe I'm making excuses. Maybe she's only 6 months old and I need to calm down. Hmm...I don't know.
But I guess I'd rather be fat and happy than depressed. Eh?
*I know I'm not fat. I was in insanely good shape before getting pregnant so my standards are a bit high.
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