Confessions of a Shopaholic...

So I've been trying to evaluate myself and where my life is going and such, and I've come to some very obvious, yet astonishing realizations about myself that I have never seen until recently. First, I am an emotional eater. I never have been before, but as I keep wondering why the baby weight isn't coming off of me like it used, I continue to drown my sorrows in bowls of muddy buddies. Hmmmm. And I know people say, "Oh you look great for just having had twins!" But I want to look great for not just having had twins. I know, whoa is me. But weight is something that I haven't really struggled with growing up, so this is a whole new ballgame of dieting and exercise, and I'm sorry to all those out there that have struggled with weight or baby fat and that I've given a nonchalant response. It is hard. Second, I shop when I'm depressed. Not to alarm anyone. I'm not crazy 'jump off a building' depressed. Just 'OMG, I have 3 kids and my life will never be the same and my three year old is nuts and who knows when I'll have a good nights sleep and time to shower or paint my toe nails or shave' depressed. So what do I do? Shop. It's an amazing temporary fix to depression. But then I look at our horrendous medical bills and make new goals to not shop and get more depressed when I fail. It's a vicious cycle. Retail therapy is amazing, but paying off the credit card sucks. So if you see me shopping while eating muddy buddies, you'll know I've hit an all time low. Good thing the kids are so dang cute. It save me from permanent insanity. (Plus the cute new boots I just got. They are going to look great with my new boyfriend white tee.)