For example, I didn't complete the workouts in Week 1 of my 10 weeks to a 10k plan. So what, you ask? Well, for me, it means disappointment, a blow to my confidence and a repeat of that week. See I won't move on until I get it right. So is that sad, or is it good? I just don't know. But I do know I have a 35 minute run to do tonight!
I've also decided it's time to transistion G to formula. I'm extremely grateful for being able to breastfeed at all as I know some women just aren't able to for various reasons. It has definitely been an experience, a lot of learning amd some frustration along the way but also great bonding with my little one. And we've done pretty well as a team. She's gone from this tiny little foreign thing:
To this chubby little human:
So there it is, I guess...maybe guilt is a better title for this post. Or maybe I need to learn to compromise. Or maybe I need to recognize that happier mom makes a happier G. I think we'll all be perfectly happy with our new arrangement-once the adjusting period is over. I'll let you know how that goes! Cross your fingers for me! :-)