I had something I wanted to write about and I can’t think of what it was. I know darn well I’ll be half way up to the farm and remember, but of course at that point it won’t matter. I’m thinking that if I ramble mindlessly it’ll occur to me. I apologize in advance. Feel free to stop reading now, it won’t hurt my feelings one bit.
Let’s see…
I’ve taken up exercising again. This is mostly to do with the fact that my wedding dress is strapless and rather form fitting, so even a donut will show up should I eat one (mmmm… donuts…). Again, like I believe I’ve mentioned before, I’m doing various and sundry parts of this video. As of this very second, I am very aware of my thighs, ass, and arms. It kicks my butt every time I do it, but I keep repeating to myself that I have just over 9 months to whip my scrawny butt in shape and I refuse to buy into the fact that round is a shape.
As part of this whole thing (I think I’m remembering what I wanted to write about, huzzah!), I’m signing MB and I up at one of the gyms around here. MB’s is going to be part of his Christmas present. I’ve been thinking a lot of the same thoughts I had in this entry last semester and I’m starting to get fed up with myself.
So other than snarfing down box after box of Freihofer’s (which isn’t difficult, believe me, especially when I warm them up a bit… mmm… fattening…), I’ve decided to be pro-active. Of course, like other things I’ve done, this will just be a spurt in the grander scheme of things. I presume at least. I could very well be full of shit. This might actually be the time I mean to do something for my health and it sticks like the butter I avoid. I’m hoping that by joining a gym with MB I’ll have the encouragement and support I need to keep at it. Plus, the fact that money will be drained from my bank account every month should be pretty darn motivating, especially if I let it be for nothing.
Meanwhile, over 8k for NaNoWriMo thus far. Granted, I’m only ahead of myself by 16 measly words, but it’s still pretty awesome. What’s amazing to me is that I’m writing the story I’ve wanted to write for most of my life, and I’m not afraid of it like I had been. I was worried of where to start, what to include, etc. Like last time, I’m letting my main character tell me what to do. In fact, this is the third novel I’ve worked on that I’ve done that: last year’s NaNo attempt, this year’s, and a novel I’ve been working on since Spring 2008. And really, it feels good. Damn good.
Now I need to go let Bob and/or Jillian kick my ass before I get ready to go to the farm for the night.
