It is tough for me to get to the gym - I work full time and have 2 small kids, plus my DH doesn't get home most nights until 9pm.
He does try to get home 2 nights a week by 8:30 so after I tuck the kids in, I can get to the gym for an hour before they close.
Well, tonight was my night to get to the gym. Around 7:00, my 4 year old starts screaming that her stomach hurts. Screaming, sobbing, for 15 minutes straight.
So, off to the doctor we go. Of course our local office is closed being so late, so we drive 35 minutes to the main office. Listening to screaming the whole way, with my 2 year old in tow.
I was never so happy to hear the word "constipated" in my life. I know I was probably too quick to rush her to the doctor's, but she is on drugs that suppress her immune system, so better safe than sorry is always the right approach with her.
Anyway, my point is, I didn't get to the gym tonight. I just got everyone tucked in less than an hour ago, and my stress level is sky high.
I just want to eat. It makes me feel better. It makes the stress go away. I have had to rush this kid to the doctor's twice in the last 3 weeks and my response to that kind of stress is food.
I have to find a way to deal with the stress. (other than food) and I have to find a way to get more exercise in. Life just seems to want me to be fat.