Contrary to what some of you may wish, I am not dead.
I am not terribly busy, either, so I really have no excuse as to why I’m not writing here these days. I think I’m just being lazy, as I am wont to do come January.
We could talk about stuff, if you want. You know, we haven’t talked about my boobs in AGES, so why don’t we start there? After years and years of being more or less flat-chested, I am now sporting a 38 D rack. Fifteen years ago, this would have been great news. Now? NOT SO MUCH.
I am trying trying trying to get on some kind of running schedule. I have a treadmill in my basement, along with my iPod and basic cable hooked to the TV down there, so the only thing stopping me is… me.
I did get on the treadmill today, which was a nice change. I wouldn’t call what I do “running” per se… it’s more like “hoping I do not die in my funky basement.” I suffer from exercise-induced asthma, which sucks, but will be easier to manage as I get into better shape. IF I get into better shape.
I am, at heart, lazy. No duh.
It helps that I am the proud owner of a very wacky toddler. We spend a great deal of our day dancing around the house. If it’s not too cold, we go walking around the neighborhood. So I do get some exercise, but it’s not enough to make a dent in my fatty fatness. Thus the treadmill.
Tomorrow night, I start yoga, which will be nice. I like doing yoga, but suck at doing it myself because I can never tell if I’m holding the poses correctly. Taking a class tends to be a bit on the spendy side, but this one is offered through the county parks system and is cheapy cheap.
And it will probably suck, but doing something is better than doing nothing.
As for why I’m not writing – there is little to write about. It’s winter and the days are short. There is a remarkable lack of DRAMA! in my life. While that is a great and fantastic thing, it does not make for much blog fodder.
And I can only talk about how fascinating my child is for so long before people start to get even MORE bored than usual………
See?
Awwww, no matter what you write it is fun to read. There will always be as**s who will complain about what you write so you have to give those the one finger salute. Or at the very least, and only if they are tactful in advise/critism given, go hmmm, think about what they say. Then say "talk to the hand" if you consider it bull.
The rest of us look forward to your entries and miss you when you don’t write for a while. Even if some of us (guilty here) don’t comment or email you enough to tell you we appreciate you.
I, too, have exercise induced asthma. Two puffs of albuterol before exercise takes care of the problem.
I’m glad you haven’t up and died. Well done.
Please tell us about Jillian. It’s largely self-serving, as I like to hear what other people say about their kids of a similar age so that I can tell my own stories in turn. I’m such a selfish bitch.
But anyway, post more. Do it.