Have you ever yelled "Do Over!" Well, I am frickin' yelling "DO OVER!". I was doing well, eating not the best but, definitely working out and Whamo! I get a couple of clients and all my plans turn to crap so I decide to blow the week of effort and pig out like a glutton. Nice. Yeah, I know. Real nice. So, I am going back to basics and I am gonna try harder this time. I am positive and I am strong. And, I just had to buy a pair of new shorts because my stomach makes me look pregant (and I don't think I missed out on much not carrying my son in my belly if the first stages looked like this!) and my old ones do not even fit. I am disgusted with myself. And yes, I realize that is a strong word but I am.
So to answer you question, why do I blog, I really don't know. I have actually thought about already packing it in as it is just another thing on my to do list. I am cautious on my blog because there is a part of me that is like Crap! I know these people commenting! Maybe they will think I am weird and insecure and at times too brazen. Maybe they think totally different from me and will hold it against me. I think I started this blog as an outlet. AN outlet to write my stuff down and get it out of my brain. A place to say yippee, look how my cute kid is, and I am vacationing here this time of year. I really should start a diary but, my hand will get a cramp and at least I can password encrypt my blog if I please. Maybe I blog so I can be held accountable? Maybe I blog for the free psychological insight? Who knows! Maybe I just thought I would give it a try.
To add onto my self depreciating bandwagon, I will also admit that I forgot a major birthday this year. I truly am pretty upset about it and I do not have an excuse that will make up for it. Hell, I don't even have a good enough gift to make up for it. I made the belated phone call and the only good thing about it was that my dad does forgive. It was his 60th birthday and I had even with it written in my daytimer, I still forgot to call. Even my less responsible brother called to say Happy Birthday. My girlfriend Julie, mentioned her birthday last night and even though it is written down I was still like Thank God she just said something. I am the crappiest rememberer of important events. Is that even a word? Rememberer? Anyway, I will try to be a little bit more positive, not so much Debbie Downer, but Charlene, NO you cannot have my old shorts. I will, I VOW to fit into them. And soon. How in hell do people get anorexic? Not to be ugly about a real disease but damn, I must have missed the will power gene somewhere. Oh well. More later. I just had to look up a recipe for boiled eggs. No laughing.