Being an adult sucks.
I am way stressed out lately. It seems like everything's kind of gone to hell all at once. We had the aforementioned pipe break, which has meant lots of worker-guy visits and a still undetermined expense, but I know for a fact it's going to be at least 1000, at a time when we are like WAY WAY broke, not to mention the house we're selling in NC, which has only been on the market for a couple of weeks, but I am already imagining still having it in september, which I have got to find a chance to get back down there and finish some painting and stuff so it will sell and I will not be WAY WAY broke anymore. We bought a new washing machine (used, from some friends, who agreed to let us pay once the house sold. They are saints.) and one of the inlet valves is stripped and I had to have an appliance repair man come out, and god only knows what kind of expense.
And, on top of everything, I'm trying to lose weight. Really this time.
At the risk of sharing too much, last time I went to the Gyno, I switched birth control, because I may want to get pregnant in a year or so, and Depo injections can last up to a year after your last one. My doctor went on and on about how I needed to "get my weight under control" before I got pregnant and how know was the time to sort all that stuff out. I don't need to lost a lot of weight, just about 15 pounds to be back in my normal BMI and 20 to be really in the middle of it, but it's very intimidating. I've never successfully lost weight. I know what I need to do, I just have a hard time doing it because, well, I'm lazy. Its very intimidating and very hard work! I am all about instant gratification, and the idea of losing a pound a week and considering that progress is not very satisfying.
Hubbles doesnt' help, either, I have to say. I love him to bits, but he is a diet sabateur. Today he came home and asked if I wanted to go try out happy hour at this new place. This was as I was getting out of the car from the gym. I kind of just shouted NO and stormed into the house. Poor husband.
When did all these grown up responsibilities start? When did I start having to worry about these kinds of things? This sucks!
posted by Rachel at
9:17 PM
2 Comments:
Being a grownup totally sucks. Let me know if there's anything I can do you help you with the house down here. I definitely have some spare time on my hands, and I can't edge without painting the ceiling but I'm pretty good with the rollers.
It always seems like the horrible things happen in clumps. I will keep my fingers crossed for a quick sell on the house (btw, I didn't know you guys owned a house here too?)
Husbands are really good at sabotaging healthy eating. I am married to someone who NEVER gains weight, no matter how poorly he eats. For the first time since I've known him, he gained about 5 lbs since I've been pregnant. I finally feel somewhat vindicated!
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