I am still 50kg. 5kg off my normal weight. I know I shldnt be so impatient but I am so eager to go back to the small bun. Wonder wat exercise I shld do?
Swimming will spoil my skin n hair, jogging will jiggle my womb, weights will lead to muscles. Still a fat bun. Gotta work on my image. Me wanna be a pretty mummy. Hiak hiak..
Tats the prob with staying at home. Keep thinking of super unproductive stuff. I can't seem to think abt less bimbotic stuff.
One night I felt lonely all of a sudden. Me n lil bear sleeping alone. Bun alone to handle and feed lil bear. While k gets to sleep the whole night thru. Kind of envious leh.. I wanted to switch to formula milk almost immediately. ESP when lil bear refused to sleep on the bed after the 4am feed.
I think I need to work, or else my brain cells are dying. Not that I always think abt work but some stress will activate my grey matter. And I can get some cash, pay for my Hse, blah blah blah.
Shall jus enjoy my holiday for the time being. Brain lazy. Lazy to think.
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