*sends hugs and also magical non-fattening sympathy chocolate*
I'm in something of a similar place at the moment, though for different reasons. I'm a good 30kg heavier than I'd like to be at the moment, roughly 20 of which is pregnancy weight that's proving excruciatingly hard to shift, partly because of all the postpartum health issues I've had, including - but by no means limited to! - the fact that my knees now appear to be fucked, which makes exercising difficult, but mostly because I'm depressed a lot of the time, which makes doing anything - but especially eating well and, you know, going outside at all - hard. Plus, we just moved house, which is certainly something to be glad about, but we don't have a fridge for another four days, which means that literally every meal is takeaway or something fatty from the corner shop; on top of which, I've finally figured out that at least *part* of the reason my knees now suck is that the exercise bike a friend kindly gave me to help get back in shape, and which I used religiously last month, is way to short in the saddle, so that every time I used it, I was damaging myself. AUGH. Anyway, sorry: not meaning to ramble; just wanted to let you know you're not alone.
Also, on a different note: will you be at WFC? It would be great to say hi in person! :)
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Date: 2013-08-31 10:41 pm (UTC)I'm in something of a similar place at the moment, though for different reasons. I'm a good 30kg heavier than I'd like to be at the moment, roughly 20 of which is pregnancy weight that's proving excruciatingly hard to shift, partly because of all the postpartum health issues I've had, including - but by no means limited to! - the fact that my knees now appear to be fucked, which makes exercising difficult, but mostly because I'm depressed a lot of the time, which makes doing anything - but especially eating well and, you know, going outside at all - hard. Plus, we just moved house, which is certainly something to be glad about, but we don't have a fridge for another four days, which means that literally every meal is takeaway or something fatty from the corner shop; on top of which, I've finally figured out that at least *part* of the reason my knees now suck is that the exercise bike a friend kindly gave me to help get back in shape, and which I used religiously last month, is way to short in the saddle, so that every time I used it, I was damaging myself. AUGH. Anyway, sorry: not meaning to ramble; just wanted to let you know you're not alone.
Also, on a different note: will you be at WFC? It would be great to say hi in person! :)