I am happy because

I've been working with a nutrition coach since December. After Oscar was born, my stress went through the roof, I stopped exercising (for fear of losing what little BM I made), and didn't care what I ate. As one would expect, I gained a lot of weight, especially around my midsection.

I've made great strides this past 9-ish months, but I still struggle with stress. My mental load feels like more than I can bear most days. Working full time and taking care of a family is no joke. I'd outsource more things if I could afford it, but I'm not made of money, you know? (Anyone want to come clean my house)?

My coach told me I need to journal every day and focus on positivity. That used to be no issue for me (remember when "Happy Happy Joy Joy" from Ren and Stimpy was my M-O?), but these days I struggle to see the joy in adverse situations. When people ask how I'm doing, I glumly say, "I'm fine," or, "I'm well enough." How lame is that? Ew! No wonder people don't want to talk to me! No wonder the scale won't budge despite eating in a caloric deficit!

So today marks my first day of saying why I'm happy and taking stock of my emotions. There is ALWAYS something to be happy about, and it should be celebrated.

Today I am happy because, even though I didn't get to see Oscar before I left for work, I got to see him on the Ring when he and Jeff took out the garbage bins. Oscar looked really cute. So did Jeff. I'm happy because I have a great family and a great husband who (usually) shares the load evenly with me, or at least really tries to. I really appreciate that.

I'm also SO happy for the weight I've lost so far and for the muscle I've packed on. So much more muscle than I had before. I'm really proud of myself!