Yes, it’s been almost a year since i’ve written anything. i’d like to think that in that year i’ve done some amazing things like running a marathon or travelling somewhere beautiful or learning a new skill or building furniture from scratch. The truth is… i’m lazy. That’s all there is to it. Just lazy. The most time-consuming thing i’ve been doing is raising a girl, but even she doesn’t demand all of my time. I just use her as an excuse. She’s in KS with her grandparents right now so we can have a ’stay-cation’, and instead of doing anything productive with my life, i’ve just been eating, drinking, watching movies, and sleeping. Which isn’t a bad way to spend a week; it’s something that we can’t do when she’s here, so it’s kind of nice. But i could have cleaned, painted her bathroom, painted her bed, learned some skills, worked out, cooked healthy food, stuff like that. Instead, i treated my body like i’m 21 instead of 40 and slept a lot.
Which brings me to my next bitch & moan: I’m fat. After noticing that none of my clothes fit me, weighed/measured myself this morning and discovered that i’m heavier and bigger than i’ve ever been in my life (except for when i was pregnant, of course). I’ve gained 12lbs in less than a month. Ugh. And i wonder why nothing fits? So disgusting. I wish i had some kind of health issue on which to blame it, but the harsh reality is that i’m a sloth who likes to eat and drink and doesn’t like exercise.
Upon reviewing my stats for the past couple of years, i’ve noticed that naturally i’m in better shape when i log what i eat and drink and when i work out. That’s where this blog comes in. I’m dusting it off and trying to get back in the groove of keeping track of my life. You’re welcome.