Archive | September, 2012

Eating. Okay?

19 Sep

I think about food a lot sometimes. Other times, I hate thinking about food and hate myself for becoming so obsessed. Currently, I am the latter. And I’m so over myself.

Anyway, I’m pregnant right now (yes, again!), and my default mode is to eat junk and basically whatever I feel like. Well, that’s probably why I’m 50+ pounds over my body’s alleged ideal weight. I guess this line of thinking leads me to want to try to be more intentional about what I shove in my face hole. Until I want nachos. Then, we’ll just see.

So, this is a tiny post just stating my intent to think more about food. Especially the food I forcibly put into my body. I’ll share more thoughts as I develop them; but that is all I can manage right now.

What are recurring nightmares thoughts you have on food? Do you have any? It’s just me, isn’t it?

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I’ve lied.

17 Sep

About updating regularly. Already.

Today got out of hand, so I guess I know now that prepping a post a day or so in advance is not a bad idea. Although I just love my shoot-from-the-hip approach to crappy writing; perhaps puttings some thought into things wouldn’t be the worst idea ever.

Anyway, I have to go get the meat off the chicken I cooked today because I forgot about it until now.

Starting over. Again.

13 Sep

Well, dear and loyal so-and-so’s:  here I am.  Trying to blog like a serious bloggity blogger.  But not everyday.  And not specifically about anything.  Uh, other than my life.  Specifically and generally that.  Does it sound boring?  Who knows.  There’s already a ton of mommy bloggers out there, so I don’t really want to throw myself into that arena; but I also don’t want to promise to not be a mommy blogger, either.

At 25, this is the way I feel about a lot of things:  noncommittal and unsure.

I also changed the layout.  Which I am also not certain about.  Any feedback is welcome and appreciated.  Unless you’re just going to tell me I blow; in which case, I would just cry and probably hermetize myself.  Did I mention I’m going through a (very long) sensitive phase?  I expect it to let up in about 50 or so years.  Again, no promises.

Also, I’m pretty self-deprecating… still.  If you like that, you’re in for a good dose.  I also think I’m pretty good at some things, but let’s not get over-excited about anything.

And, on that hyphenated note, I bid you adieu until I write again.  (Which will be tomorrow.  Because I’m going to try to update M-W-F.  F-Y-I.)