Safe~ma!!!
I had been on a good run of eating right and getting to karate 3 times a week. I was slowly losing weight and I felt great. Over the last 9 months I've had the asthma episode from hell, my screwed up knee, and now whatever is happening with my foot. I'm doing my best to get to my private karate class each week but that is only 30 minutes and low on cardio. And cause I'm frustrated with that, my eating habits have slid. For me, they are tied together, when I'm eating well and exercising, life is good. But when I slide on one I slide on the other.
I have a killer headache. I think it is the smoke in the air. We were out and about in it yesterday and it was THICK even though we aren't close to the fires. Today the air is a bit clearer and I've stayed inside, but it feels like that kind of headache. Come on rain with no lightening. Help the firefighters and clear the air. PLEASE!
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah, no tornados allowed near my childhood home. Go home tornados you are drunk.
So THAT'S why they're always staggering around trailer parks!
I couldn't see Hitler in the teapot, but I can see Jesus in this dog's butthole.
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meara, those are carefully posed. I specifically turn a bit to the side to get the most flattering perspective
Oh, like I do in the Goth at the Office photos? I take about 15 photos to get ONE decent image.
STAY SAFE, TORNADO PEOPLE.
DON"T GET BLOWN TO OZ, LISAH!
But if you do, please bring the sparkly shoes back with you and deliver them to me.
I take about 15 photos to get ONE decent image.
I've taken upwards of 20 on occasion.
But I'm hypercritical of my body. I look in the mirror to this day and see the way I was before. BIDs are a bitch and a half.
Waiting for the thunder to clear so I can go swim.
t /optimist
Okay, I am going to counteract the collective BIDs and note that I wore a new ruffly skirt that my mother sent me today, and I am
cute as a button
in it. Despite being 40.
Also I wear summer hats on the way to and from work and most days I get a compliment, which is so nice.
I enjoy food too much, but I need to be careful because it's sabotaging the rest of my hard work.
Why must food be so delicious? Why did someone bring the donut cart for charity around this morning?
I realize that I've been dealing with a killer combo of boredom + anxiety the last few months. I just wish the weight would come off as fast as it goes on, man.
I have trouble mustering the motivation to do enough exercise needed to capitalize on the nutrition.
Exercise is my stress relief. It's way more difficult for me to put down the cheese and beer.
Between the heat, the humidity, some anxiety, and an asthma flare-up, I almost fainted on the way home. Not good. Still overheated and can't quite take a deep breath.
So I'm sitting on the couch in a tank top, braless, hair up, in knit shorts, trying to relax and cool down, and I know I'm a fright to see. The BIDs are having a grand good time.
