I’m frustrated. I’m frustrated with myself. I’m frustrated with work. I’m frustrated with my body. I’m frustrated with life. I’m just plain frustrated.
It comes in waves. I don’t feel depressed. I just feel frustrated and defeated all of the time. I can play it off like life is perfect when I need to (which is most of the time). Sometimes I just get this feeling like my life is completely out of my own control and I need to get it back there.
I guess that is part of the reason that I feel such a need to get back on my diet and to start budgeting my money better. Those are things I can control. Well, those are things I can try to control anyway. Those are also the two things that go flying out the window when I get stressed.
I feel so out of place in every aspect of my life right now. The only place that I feel good is when I am alone with Zach, snuggling or playing. He is my life. The problem is that I know he shouldn’t be. There should be a balance and right now the scale is tipped as far as it can go in one direction and is about to tumble over.
My relationship with my husband should be a priority. I really have been trying. I’ve been reading about relationships and trying my hardest to pay more attention to him but things get better for a few days and then we start reverting back to our old ways. It always ends up in frustration for me.
I’m really down about my appearance right now, which has a lot to do with starting my diet again. I have gained a little weight back and I can feel my pants getting a little tighter and I am so angry with myself. I cut my hair short because I like it that way and it is easy to take care of, but even though I like it, I hate it. I lightened it a little thinking that would help and now I don’t like that. I don’t like any clothes I put on and can’t go on a shopping spree to buy new because of the whole budget thing.
I’m frustrated that I don’t have the time to do the things I want to do. I don’t have time to do the things that make me happy. I only have time to take care of everybody else. Even when I plan a relaxing weekend at the lake, I work my ass off chasing after the boy, taking care of hubby, keeping things picked up. Sadly, work is the most relaxing environnment I find myself in these days.
I know, I know. Bitch, bitch, bitch. But, hey, it’s my blog and I’ll bitch if I want to.
You know what else frustrates me? That damn junk food machine in the mail room and the fact that when you get a craving for peanut M&M’s there is absolutely nothing that will suffice until you get the damn peanut M&M’s. Why can’t they just make some 0 calorie, 0 fat peanut M&M’s? The world would be a much happier place. Well, my world would be anyway.