So, I decided to start a blog. Its been something Ive wanted to do for a while, so I figured Id go with it.
I have a lot of random thoughts, stories, questions and conversations that go through my head pretty much daily, so why not write them all down for the world to read about? I like to read other blogs, so maybe just maybe, people will like to read mine.
Ive always been big on writing. If I were smarter, I woulda majored in journalism. Shit, I woulda majored in anything if I were smarter.
Thats a whole nutha story!
Chapter 1 is basically about me, my mood swings & my love for little simple things such as candles that smell good, my silly family, soap opra scandles, and food that isnt good for me. Im working on that, though. The food, that is.
I dont think Im the only one who can get irritated with simple things. I dont think Im the only girl on the planet that has been royally pissed that the local Target hasnt stocked the weeks gossip magazines, or that the PGA golf tour, or whatever sporting event is cutting into her favorite soap opra, or weekly show. No, I cant be the only one who wants to shove nails soaked in alcohol down someones throat for cutting them off at the stop sign, Right?
So, anyways, this year started off without the "Faulkner Curse." Shit, better not say that too loud.. Either way, our health is good, we are comfortable and warm, and we have a ton food in the pantry... For once!
Which brings me to my next random thought: Why does food that tastes so good, have to be so fucking bad for you??
I mean, we all know I have some weird obsession with gummy bears, worms, coke bottles, bugs, basically ANYTHING gummy. And, they have to be name brand too, no fake "Walmart" brand, cuz those are sick.
Hairbo or Black Forrest. Even Willy Wonka, but nothing "no name brand" or I will give you the side eye for trying to offer me bunk shit.
Anyways, tomorrow is Tuesday January 19th, and I'm starting my "no excuses anymore you fucking procrastinator" diet.
That should totally be the subject line for that blog.
I'll keep track of my eating, weight loss and (hopefully no) weight gain, and my attitude and moods while I diet and work on that dreaded thing called exercise. I fucking HATE exercising, but I think it's time I do it more regularly.
It's kinda weird to me, starting a diet on a Tuesday, but today was a holiday, so you better believe I stuffed my face with any and everything bad for me. I did it, and Im proud. My jeans are screaming at me, and my shirts are not flattering right now, but fuck it. It was my last hoorah.
So, as I sit here tonight working on setting up this blog space, drinking a glass of Sav, watching one of my favorite movies of all time, "The Break-Up" I think to myself, tomorrow you are going to be one angry bitch. You are going to be hungry and crave shit like soda and juice, but you cant have anything but water.. Are you ready for this challenge?
I have to say, I AM ready for this challenge, because Im finally tired of my body, my health and my lack of energy.
Im tired of feeling like a big huge slug 90% of the time, and Im tired of my body not getting the fruits, vegetables, fish and poultry it so deserves.
I totally sound like a mom!
So, wish me luck people. It's going to be a rocky ride, filled with tons of gags at bananas, cottage cheese (puke!) fage yogurt, chicken and lettuce! Down with gummy bears, and up with pears!
Love your family, Love your life, Love yourself.
