When I was a stay at home housewife, I busied myself with cleaning, playing with the dog, reading, surfing around blogs (occasionally commenting) and writing my own blog. Since I got a job, I’ve gained a deeper appreciation for those who manage their jobs, lives, (occasionally children) and their blogs so successfully. I am working full time and can hardly manage keeping the house clean or staying on top of the laundry, let alone writing my blog on a daily or even weekly basis. I’m horrible. I tend to come home and want to rest (ie watch tv, nap or read) or do ANYTHING BUT look at the computer. I still do my drive bys blogs to read whats up with my favorite bloggers, but I find myself rarely commenting, simply because I don’t have anything to lead them back to. Sure, I read all their posts, but if they stop by MY blog, they see a week (or two) old blog. That’s so not cool. I feel I should delete my blog entirely as to not disappoint people. But what fun is that? I suppose I just need to find more to write about. Content Content Content. And find a way to force myself to produce that content. I mean, I know you don’t want too hear about my job, who cares that I hate doing dishes, and theres only so much more blogging I can do about Cooper before you all delete me and block me from even reading YOUR blogs.
So here’s my latest gripe. I’ve gained weight. I have my friends wedding in about 8 weeks and I am going to be a blimp in the dress (assuming it zips up!). I hate that I have to wear the exact same dress as the other girls, who are all short and skinny. This is where forced comparisons begin. Anyway, the Husband bought me Wii Zumba (which I hated after one attempt) and Wii Just Dance (which even though I REALLY wanted, I haven’t used once in the month since I’ve had it.) I want to join a gym (mainly for the free tanning sessions, did I mention I need a tan before the wedding too?) but I don’t have any gym shoes (seriously, the dog ate them a year ago). I went shopping the other day to get shoes just SO I could join the gym, but couldn’t find anything that I liked (meaning any that didn’t make me a foot taller that I already am). I’m sure subconsciously this was because IF I found shoes, I would actually have to join AND GO to the gym rather than napping at home. Its all a vicious circle all returning to the fact that I’m lazy and need motivation. I thought I could just try the dress on and that would be motivation enough to get my butt moving, but it just depressed me into bed with cookies. SO, I ask you… what is YOUR motivation? And don’t give me ‘I want to look good, I love doing it, I want to be healthy… blah blah blah.’ That doesn’t drive me. I need the DRIVE. Call me a fat ass or something. I need anything! (and ANYTHING doesn’t include my bestfriend telling me that I’m the skinniest person she knows. THAT doesn’t help Boobie!)
OK… back to work. And soon to CVS, where I will inevitably search for healthy food before remembering that I’m in a convenient store and they only sell candy and chips.