Wasted Energy

I apologize for not writing for the past two weeks. I've been busy...OKAY???!!!!! Geez!

Anyway, 

I've decided to take this blog in a new direction. 

I had the amazing pleasure of spending my past Wednesday with my long-time friend, Carly. She is (and has always been) someone I have always believed to be a super role model and amazing person. 

During her visit, we talked a lot about general themes around 'my' anger and frustration. (Carly, I'm sorry if it seemed like a one-sided discussion at times. I know we talked about how that irks us both and I'm totally guilty of it. I'm sorry!).

We talked about how, in our younger days, we wasted so much time and energy being unhappy with our bodies. Everyone is insecure about their body at pretty much any age and at any and all stages. There is a multibillion dollar industry (that I work for), that thrives off our physical insecurities. 

Note: I pride myself on being a picture of health and wellness rather than strive for an unrealistic body-type goal. 

That being said, Carly said that she could have refocused all the energy she wasted being unhappy with herself and put it towards something useful like learning a new language. I agree. 

Carly, you are so wise and I can't wait to chat with you in Ancient Greek. *wink wink*

So, what does this mean for my blog? Well, for starters, you all know that I'm miserable. I am. Can't argue with my feelings. They're mine. Instead of wasting my energy writing to you about how miserable I am, I'm going to talk about all the things I wish people (and books) had told me about the first year. I will do my best to recall all the strange things that happened in the beginning while trying to keep it as 'TMI'-free. You don't want to know about the real nitty gritty body stuff, do you? I was going to focus on the whole "baby" aspect of it all rather than the whole "You would not believe what your body does during and after childbirth"aspect. If you want to know about that, books outline it pretty well- except for the part where your partner is dying to get 'cuddly' with you after 6 weeks of recovery and you just want to throw them off a cliff for suggesting such blasphemy. 

In any case, this blog is going to start to look like my pregnancy blog only now I have the baby, and I have a real opinion about annoying things. Pregnancy- hated it. First time Mom- contempt for everything (and almost everyone). This should be a real knee-slapper.