Well, I'm not going to do it. I will not be at 199 by the time Kris gets home.

I am so frustrated, the scale hasn't moved in weeks. It has gone up a bit and then back down to 212 again, never below that. I have not cheated once this whole time. I have tried eating whatever I want for the past couple days thinking this may kick start the metabolism, but even doing this, I still have not had over 1400 calories for a day. WHAT IS WRONG WITH THIS STUPID BODY!!! I am stressed out more than I think I have ever been. Kris is coming home on the 8th, 2 days ago my 3 year old fell out the upstairs bedroom window onto the concrete patio, I am cleaning like a freak trying to make the house perfect for Kris, AND I GOT MY STUPID PERIOD!!!!
Anyway, Jolie, the three year old, is fine. She landed on her head and she is fine!!! She has a road rash looking scrape on her cheek, but that is it. The doctors did a head CT scan and everything. They think it is quite a miracle and I agree with them. Kris is being a butthead. I know it is hard for him being over there when something happens like this, but he reamed me out this morning telling me how it is MY fault she fell out of the window. As if I don't feel crappy enough. What happened was, Jolie and Jacob (7 year old) were jumping on my bed. I went in there and physically removed them from my room. Of course telling them stay out and no jumping on beds. Well, I ran downstairs right after that to switch the loads of laundry. Within 1 minute, my oldest, Jenni, came running in the house holding Jolie in her arms. It happened so fast!! How can this be my fault? I immediately layed her in the car and raced to the hospital. I was wearing sweats six sizes to big, flip flops, NO BRA, hair unbrushed, glasses on. I think that I acted pretty quickly, nothing more I could have done. I am torn up inside about this to begin with and then he has to call this morning and put the blame on me. I already feel like crap about it!!! Sorry to dump on all of you, I am just so upset. I have been battling a big bout of depression for a couple months but just trying ot hold strong until Kris gets home. For those of you that don't know, I have chronic major depression. It just happens and I can't control it. I have been fighting for months to stay strong while Kris has been gone. I am crumbling here. I am beyond my breaking point. All I can do anymore is cry. I can't eat, I have been forcing myself to though. ok, sorry, enough.
Sorry to everyone for dumping like this, I just needed to get some of it out. Hope all of you are having a great day.