One summer during college I tried this crazy diet. At the time I called it "don't eat any food but don't get out of bed and see if I lose any weight." Actually, looking back, I wonder if it wasn't actually depression...but I digress. I cant' remember if it worked or not.
I miss the days when I was 20 years old and if I wanted to lose 15 pounds I could just stop eating for three days. Being 42 and twice-postpartum sucks big hairy donkey ovaries if you have extra weight to lose. It just doesn't MOVE anywhere. I suppose it would help if I could force myself into a consistent daily routine of physical exertion. Maybe once we have more light - the winter dreariness and the stress of dealing with ChildWithIssues, ThreeYearOldWithAttitude and BipolarHusband continue to knock me into such a funk that some nights I drag myself into the house and I feel like I can barely lift my feet off the ground. I look out at my horses standing in the pasture and wonder why I feel like playing a stupid MMORPG instead of getting on a horse and hitting the trail.
Whoops...I digress again. Maybe there's a pattern here? Everytime I start talking about weight issues I end up talking about depression.
Did you see that lightbulb come on over my head?