I’m breaking my rules about Things I Shouldn’t Blog About, because nothing else is really going on. I’m trying to save money, calories and brain cells, so I’ve spent a lot of time at home or in the park. And since I’m about to write about personal stuff, I want to know who I’m telling it to.
I do this at least once a year, and only a few faithful souls ever comment. But seriously! You’re so nice to read about my life, and I’m interested in yours, too. Who are YOU?
You don’t have to leave your actual name – in fact, it would be fun if you just hinted at how you know me. Or if you don’t want me to know who you are, make up a name. Be your alter-ego. Tell me a story. Tell me something interesting about you.
So here we go… ROLL CALL! Anybody?
“Here,” chirped the crickets.
In the past few days, I have seen 2 hot air balloons, 4 giant butterflies, a shooting star, a dead possum and a big orange harvest moon. It’s been a good week.
I talked to someone that I haven’t spoken to in 2 years. It was shockingly anti-climactic. We had an unspoken rule to not discuss why we stopped talking. Instead, we caught each other up on our families, friends, life and our mutual love of running. Afterwards I did not cry or get emotional, which is a feat in itself. Closure? A new beginning? Same difference?
I am trying to remain attractively impervious about the whole thing. I think it’s working as much as can be expected. I have my sights set on others in the future, and in the meantime I’m cool with being alone and finishing up the goals I set at the beginning of The Year of Awesome.
I’ve been dealing with some health stuff that I can’t really explain, but it seems to be working. Maybe someday I’ll write about it, but not now. Just know that if I seem down or if I want to stay in, I have a legitimate reason. And if I seem happy, it’s because things are okay with that situation for the moment. It’s one of those problems that branches out and determines how I feel about life in general. Those are the worst kinds of problems, so I’ve decided to attack it head on.
It isn’t weight, although I am still attacking that too, and no offense but it’s so sweet to not be fat on top of everything else. My body has finally adjusted to sitting down all day. The brain not so much, but the body is cool with it. I’ve lost 35 pounds and I want to lose 15 more. I’m finally confident that I can.
Stop me if this entry is getting too sexy. I know how turned on you get when I reminisce about being a lonely bigfatfatty*.
I have four dates from now until December, with four boys who all live far away. Of course. Of course they do. My last two long relationships were long distance, and I liked having things like that on my calendar to look forward to. This will be interesting.
I’ve been laughing out loud a lot (not “LOLing” for chreest’s sake but actually laughing). I never used to do this even though my friends are pretty hilarious. I laugh out loud at least once a day. It’s a nice change.
I have finally found some awesome tofu recipes, rewatched one of my favorite moves ever (Sister Act 2: Back in the Habit), and I’ve been taking an active interest in Cryptozoology. I’m trying to pay more attention to things that catch my eye and channel that energy as much as possible. It’s been pretty rewarding so far, aside from that thing about The Real World.
Current Interest: You. Roll call.
*Keep in mind that I am only 5’2, so 90 percent of the girls I know could (and possibly do) wear that weight and still look amazing and proportionate. I just looked lumpy and embarrassed.