Oh, hello. Again. Good grief, I’m prolific this week! I think some wine is in order. Or sparkling cider for those who don’t imbibe.
Before I start, I want to say thank you to Moo for pushing me to do this. Starting today. Honestly, I was only going to start tomorrow for *her*. Give her a chance to think about things. Honestly.
Something I hate about myself:
I hate that I cannot control my eating. I eat very fast and way too much, according to defined “portion sizes”. And when it comes to processed sugar? Forget it. Even as I continue to shovel into my face, I recognize how gross it is and that I should stop. But I can’t. Until it’s either gone or I am just this side of wanting to puke, I keep eating.
I know that I just shouldn’t buy it, what ever it is. But it’s like I become possessed. And one is rarely enough. I buy 2 of whatever it is, knowing that the first one will be gone within the hour.
That’s a thing I hate about myself.
Oh, and I’m physically lazy.
Something I love about myself.
Hi. I’m Texas Emerald. Or ~moo~, depending on how well you know me. Perhaps we’ve met?
At any rate, my sweet friend, MagandMoo, is making a change in her life. I am so very proud of her. And a little jealous.
So, I promised her that I would help. I am cheering for her as loud as I can from 2,000 miles away.
I told MagandMoo that I would do 30 days of truth with her. The silly girl suggested that we start tomorrow…oh no ma’am. We’re not getting back in that wagon.
While she’s hyperventilating in a paperbag in the corner, here is my post for the day.
“Something you hate about yourself”
I am an epic procrastinator. I’m in college. I will graduate as soon as I finish 1 class and a Capstone project. 1 class people! So, I watch Criminal Minds instead.
I’m overweight. Not elephant sized, but more than portly. I want to make a significant change to my weight before I turn 35. In 9 months. So, I…um…do nothing. Oh, except have an after dinner Drumstick. WIN!
So, my *hate* thing, I’m freaking lazy.
Your turn MagandMoo.
Oh, hello! I”m on quite a roll, aren’t I? The bagels are fresh and the cream cheese is whipped. Help yourself.
Ok, Universe. I get it! Seriously. I can’t stop giggling at how blind I have been.
Firstly, my Angel gave me the gift of changing my life.
Secondly, I came across what I think might be the theme song of my Inner Wisdom (and, I swear to Cod, it just came on my playlist. Right. Now!) Relentless by Audrye Sessions. Check it out.
Thirdly, the lovely and talented DailySnark had this post yesterday. Originally, I thought about doing it, but in journal form. But, I might do it here. If Scaredy Kat lets me. (She’s part of Mean Marcy’s crew.)
I feel like I’m getting bombarded with the pom-poms the Wonder Twins play with. (Pom-poms, because they don’t hurt. They make me giggle.)
Mean Marcy and her crew don’t stand a chance.