Sorry for being rather hit-and-miss this month with blogging. It wasn’t my intent. I even had a post or two written and ready to go, but I never felt like pressing the publish button. I did, however, feel like commenting and visiting my favorite blogs but not being a blogger myself. And because it’s my blog, I get to do that! Yay for me!
I believe the answer is yes. The past couple months haven’t been kind to the world, nor has my book reading been the most enjoyable. Conspiracy? Well, I’m not Alex Jones, so put me firmly in the coincidence camp. At the same time, me no likey. Mystery/thriller is my go-to genre but maybe, just maybe, I read too many of them. So this month I tried to add a couple of different genres to see if that helped.
Other blogging friends have done similar posts and I always enjoyed them — partly because I am nosy and also for future meal inspiration. Thus, I decided to do it myself, but as the month progressed, I began to feel a little uncomfortable in light of my get healthy announcement. My intention had been for this to be fun post and now I felt self-conscious about being judged. This could become an inadvertent step back versus a step forward.
Thank you so much for your kind words of support and encouragement to my big announcement that I was FINALLY taking the necessary steps to get healthy. I appreciate it so much, because anyone who has ever had to lose weight, knows how difficult it can be. You also made me laugh after every single comment because pretty much everyone gave advice on eating. And that’s not where I’m starting. Sorry. #NotSorry.
Shaving cream is one of those things that you really don’t pay much attention to until it’s gone. And you need to shave your legs. Then you pay attention. 😀 Now imagine being cheap and not wanting to be inconvenienced with driving to the store to pick some up. What do you do? You do what any logical gal would do and find yourself on Pinterest searching for homemade shaving cream alternatives. Or maybe that’s just me.
Those who know me well (or read Eat Laugh Purr regularly) know boo-hooing about my weight is a favorite pastime of mine. One that I have been doing for a very long, long time. I mean a really long time. I whined and pouted. Vowed to make changes and rid myself of excess weight. I talked a very good game, which I sincerely meant but rarely took serious action beyond some half-hearted attempts. And I stayed fat.