No, seriously. It does. The elimination diet, which appears to eliminate all fun, starts tomorrow. I feel semi-prepared, which is good. Super-prepared would be better, although I don’t think I’ll ever get there.
I keep reminding myself of why I am doing this. Because I’m tired of not feeling well. I’m tired of being anxious most of the time, about something. I’m tired of feeling like I don’t have control over my emotions. I’m tired of being tired.
Mothers tend to cut themselves a lot of slack, which isn’t necessarily bad. We do a LOT. Our jobs are 24/7, and we are some of the most badass and efficient creatures on earth. I don’t know what I did with my time before I had kids- how did I think I was “busy?” But I have found myself indulging at the end of the day- wine, treats, sitting on the couch- nearly every day. Just because I made it to the end of the day and kept us all alive. Granted, many days, this is no easy task. I have a small baby who must be with someone at all times or she flips out, and a preschooler who they wrote those “strong-willed child” books for. Strong-willed is the nice way of putting it.
But this has become the norm rather than the exception. One glass of Cabernet turns into two, sometimes three. Chocolate after dinner turns into a treat after lunch AND dinner. And it doesn’t make me feel better- often, the opposite.
I am excited to see how this experiment goes. It’s only 6 weeks of my life.
Happy mama=happy family.