I thought I was going to ace this whole delivery and postpartum thing. Then just about everything fell apart.
Last night, my husband and I were discussing our future. (Casual, I know.) He suggested we each make lists of goals we want to accomplish within the next ten years. Not going to lie, the idea of that freaks me out. Ten years is such an intimidatingly long time. And the idea of writing down things like, "buy a house" or "have babies" gives me much more anxiety the older I get. But since my birthday is a little less than two weeks away, I figured setting mini goals for my 25th year of life wouldn't be the worst idea. I started my quarter-life crisis at 24 so I'm hoping turning 25 will be slightly more graceful.
So, elephant in the room: it's been awhile... I've noticed I do this thing where if my life isn't going well, I shut down. I've heard of fitness bloggers or people who are dieting that do something similar when they have a bad week. They fall off the wagon, don't workout for a week, splurge on pizza, and [...]