I have been feeling not-so-nice for a little while now. It started whith a cold and has now morphed into some weird self-esteem thing. Nothing fits properly. I have this magical fantasy perception of what my body was like before I had my son. In my mind, I had this perfect body with no bulges or bumps that would fit into whatever jeans I wanted. I know that this is my mind playing tricks on me. In reality, my body was pretty much the same as it is now-with a few key differences. The most noticable of which is my BUTT. Shopping isn't as fun because I have these strange expectations and since I will NEVER live up to them, I will continue to get pissed every time I leave the changeroom. Sigh.
Anyway, I'm trying to pick myself up and dust myself off. This week is pretty casual because I am literally the ONLY ONE in my office. Everyone else is sipping eggnog by the freaking fire.