Abs? What's that?

Ugh. I hate getting dressed every morning. When you're in your pajamas, they are big and comfortable and hide things....and it's okay to be a sloppy joe in them. You just spent (hopefully) 8 hours curled up, asleep in them. But then, you have to get dressed. That's the part of the day I hate. I hate it not because of my wardrobe, or my lack of interesting clothes to wear, but because of the way my body looks in my clothes. I hate that when I stand to the side and look in the mirror, my non-pregnant gut sticks out in front as far as my butt sticks out in the other direction. I am as thick as I am wide.....I am disgusting. My underwear line was showing through my JEANS. Those are supposed to be safe pants....not anymore.
I need to excersize. I don't know how I am supposed to work out when I have a toddler. I don't have a nanny. I don't have a gym in my basement. I can't leave her here with the dog, or expect my mom to keep her all of the time. Mike gets home too late and irregularly for me to wait for him to come home to go. If I went to the gym, I wouldn't even know where to begin or how to work the stupid machines.
I need to quit eating. Period. I don't eat that much, really. There isn't anything in my house to eat, so I am a little confused as to how I am so lardish. Eating healthy is expensive, and I have no money.
Can you tell I just got out of the shower and got dressed? I am so depressed... I don't like myself right now.