Posting my #foodjournal so I won’t snack tonight. Funny how substandard food choices only make me want to eat more. http://t.co/z8QjRR83KU

Posting my #foodjournal so I won’t snack tonight. Funny how substandard food choices only make me want to eat more. http://t.co/z8QjRR83KU

It’s like @the_darkroom knew that my film had been MIA in the USPS and gave it rush priority! Or like none of it was manual scans this time.
Oh, look. It’s time for PMS. No wonder I’m in such a funk. *eyeroll*
I was an asshole on social media the other day.
A conversation about buying pants devolved into a discussion about pre- and post-partum pants sizes and culminated with me (for some stupid reason) posting my weight chart that showed that, yes, I lost all but about 4 pounds of the baby weight by two months post-partum (and therefore fit into my pre-preggo pants and didn’t need to buy new ones).
To which my online conversation partner replied that post-partum women REALLY don’t want to hear that I fit into pre-pregnancy clothing at the end of maternity leave. It’s really difficult to hear, she said.
That was when I finally realized that I was being an asshole, and I hadn’t even meant to be.
I apologized to everyone privately and went about my day feeling like an asshole, even though everyone said we were cool.
But then my brain went somewhere else.
How many lifestyle-related things do I read on social media that are “difficult to hear” from my point of view?
Connor asked me to make his hair spiky after last night’s bath. #latergram ift.tt/1L8RB6Y http://t.co/qP6F4LRnSO
