I was utterly exhausted last night.

Bryan and I thought we’d endeavor in a double-homicide experiment and BOTH go off of our meds at THE SAME TIME.  Cause that’d be fun, right?  Kind of like Celebrity Rehab without a Baldwin, a hot doctor, or funding?  Oh, contraire.  In fact, it is NOT fun, and usually ends with Bryan stomping around while I ignore him and mentally plan to take the baby and run to Mexico.

ANYWAY.  Did I mention the exhaustion?  This is the first time I’ve “detoxed” (don’t I sound all cool and Britney Spears-y?), so I didn’t know what kind of side-effects I’d have.  Mainly?  I cry at everything (including a McDonald’s commerical that made me stop what I was doing, set the baby down, and bawl like I just watched my dog be skinned alive), and when I try and go to sleep, I get Restless Leg Syndrome.  ALL OVER MY FREAKIN’ BODY.  It’s horrible.  So I’ll get up, since sleep is not a possibility, and go watch The Hills or some other mindless tv (sidenote: When did ANTM jump the shark?  Why the stupid “dramatic” scenes with Tyra and the J’s applying .. shudder .. personalities?!).  Till, you know, around 1 o’clock or so.  And then I go and fitfully sleep till my alarm hits at 5:15.  So.. I’m a bit tired.

I’m too tired to exercise.  Which is mostly true, but it still feels like an excuse.  I feel very badly that I promised Jillian Michaels I would give her thirty days, with only 20 minutes a day, but MY GOD, I just don’t have it in me.  Cause I suck.

We had The Boy a lot longer last night than normal, so my typical Wednesday television binge was already askew and I figured I needed some motivation to get my fat ass off the couch.  Know what I did?

I got out my pre-maternity clothes. 

I had literally not seen these clothes since May of 2007.  Over a year ago.  And it was like flipping through an old yearbook, and I was so incredibly sad that I can’t wear these clothes that I loved so much. (I won’t lie; there were a lot of pieces I pulled out and have NO rational explanation as to why I purchased them.  A cordouroy skirt?  Really?)(If you have said skirt, I apologize.  I am just not that girl.)(Seriously, I love the material and I love skirts.  Just not the combination of the two and definitely not in metallic red.)

I tried most of them on and SURPRISE! they didn’t fit.  I know.  You just fell out of your chair in the shock, right?  But what really did surprise me (I’m being serious here) is that a lot of them?  Came CLOSE to fitting.  Like, were I not so incredibly insecure with myself, I could conceivably wear them.  TODAY. 

So I’m all sorts of renewed now.  We’re coming up on my favorite clothes season (I can ROCK the HELL out of some sweaters, boy), and I have such a huge and fantastic fall/winter wardrobe that I’m dying to wear again.  Silk, angora, wool.. not a polyester sweater in the bunch.  I’m DYING to get in them.

Once I get some sleep.