Day 1. Fat. Day 2. Still fat. Day 3. I wish I was as fat as I was on Day 1. Day 4. I wonder if it would hurt to sew, or even staple, my mouth shut? Day 268. I’m a mess. Today. Let’s sort this shit.
Work / Life Balance. That’s all the rage this day and age isn’t it just. When I was a youth, it was fact that my parents worked full time, we went to school, we came home, ate dinner, went to bed. Weekends we played, outside. Then sleep, cleanse, repeat. For 16 years. It worked. “A … More “My neck, my back, my neck and my back”
Yes I’m a big fan of the Olympics. Is that what has spurred me on to attempt to get fit/healthy/somewhat presentable? No, the fact that Summer bodies are made in Winter, AND I keep glimpsing old photo’s and wishing I was as fat as I was back then, when I thought I was fat. This … More Just loading the starting gun…
Social Media is great for trickery isn’t it just. I mean, a couple of kodaks here, a couple more there, all of breath-taking scenery and fun times, and the assumption that life is a hoot and is shimmering in gold is sold to all the peepers.
I really don’t care for feet, but I like them more than my ex. Anyway, this isn’t a post about how I rate body parts and then compare them to unfortunate wasted years, this is a post about listening to my body, and learning to not abuse it. Starting from the bottom up. Not literally … More My ex said I talked too much. My feet have informed me that I walk too much.