My quest to get healthy remains happily on track. Inches are coming off, butt is shrinking and muscles are forming. All wonderful, great things that make me strut around my apartment like I’m the Queen of the World. Ain’t no mountain high enough! This get healthy lifestyle is so easy …. or not. I do strut around feeling proud of my progress and I also stare longingly into the fridge and whine about being hungry. I regularly want to quit because size ain’t nuthin’ but a number. And on and on it goes.
Tis the week of Thanksgiving which means it’s time for my annual Gratitude List. Normally, I do this over at Eat Laugh Purr but since I’m no longer regularly posting over there, it shall become a tradition here. Of course, Max always joined me and it wouldn’t feel right to exclude him, so please welcome back Max, aka the Coolest Cat.
This whole month I thought Thanksgiving was the week following the current week. And it wasn’t. But now, it finally is! I happen to love Thanksgiving because it’s all about food. And I am a gal who loves me some food. I got my stretchy pants all picked out and plan on testing their endurance. Yes, I’m eating healthy these days but that doesn’t mean I can’t indulge on special occasions. In fact, I’ve been saving all my calories and carbs for Turkey Day!
Soooooo … it’s true. I only read one book. And barely. Like I read it on Monday. In the evening. And only due to an irrational need to participate in Show Us Your Books, the very bestest link-up. Jana even told me, multiple times, that it was okay if I didn’t have a book to share. That I wouldn’t be kicked out of the #booknerd club. But I’m no quitter, so read one book I did. Under my own duress.
It’s unlikely that I will ever be the person who leaps out of bed in the morning anxious to do her workout. Or the person who feels off all day because they missed a workout. I may never love exercising because I still don’t like it today. And yet I exercise six days a week. That’s right — six days a week. The person who succumbed to daily phantom big toe pains, which left her unable to exercise for years, works out six times a week. Mic. Drop.
I’m in a bit of a blogging funk. The blank white screen does not beckon me to fill it up with words to inspire, to dream, to love, to fight but instead taunts me with its vast emptiness. And I succumb to the despair of writer’s block. The real truth is I do have things to say but feel primal screaming in every blog post gets a bit exhausting — for both you and me.