[Subtitle: And my love for redundancy.]
If you think I’m sarcastic on my blog, you should see how sarcastic I am in person. I think I developed a thick skin of sarcasm when I was overweight to hide my deep insecurity. I’m not as insecure now, but still, the sarcasm sticks.
My coworker that sits next to me likes to read my blog, and she likes to read it out loud. Which, you know, is not embarrassing at all. There’s nothing that will get you to question what you write more than someone reading it out loud. (Hi Izzy!)
She was reading my blog today and noticed I hadn’t posted since Tuesday.
“Well, I write a health/fitness blog, and since Tuesday, I haven’t worked out, and I have gone out for drinks every night.”
I mean, that’s not why I haven’t blogged. I never try to be perfect in my healthiness, or hide when I just can’t get it together, but it’s been another busy week.
Monday and Tuesday: Junior League meetings. (Which include wine.)
Yesterday: 8am meeting and then evening work event with New Balance for the Minimus collection
Followed by dinner at Bell Book & Candle, which I would like to return to.
Tonight: 8:30am meeting and drinks after work with coworkers. I should have worked out, but considering how often I’m overscheduling myself and can’t give in to spontaneous plans, it was awesome.
Dinner, because I am a caricature of myself, was from the Whole Foods hot bar. Which, really, is just a fancy term for buffet.
I’m terrible at forcing myself into self-imposed challenges, but I’m going to attempt to track food and workouts here a bit more in the coming weeks to continue to hold myself accountable. That’s what I did when I started my blog, and it worked for me then.
Although I’m trying to say no when possible, my life’s not calming down any time soon, and this not working out is a self-fulfilling prophecy. The less I work out, the worse I feel, and vice versa. But all I can do is just keep trying. For my health. For Memorial Day being weeks away. For my running.
Care to recommit with me?