The dog ate my blog post. — Personal
I'm sure there was a time when I was a more regular blogger, but I can't remember it. It's been a particularly pathetic blogging year though and if I were smart I would just admit defeat and quietly close the blog doors behind me. But I've never been one to admit defeat, even when the winner is smirking in my face and giving me the middle finger, I still say nay - I have not been defeated. Some people call it denial. Those people are dumb.
The month of March should be interesting, in a mildly sucky way. I've spent the last six months catering to my whims and now it's time to get my shit together. My wish list of things to accomplish intimidates me and while I know I just have to suck it up and be a responsible and aggressive adult, I keep hoping one morning I'll wake up 8 years old again with a bowl of Fruity Pebbles cereal and an old episode of Scooby Doo waiting for me.
One of the things to do in March will be kicking 'the habit'. That's right, I'm taking a holiday from the sweet stuff. Saying sayonara to the sugar. Looking those Sour Patch Kids in the eyes and telling them to hit the bricks. This of course means that 70% of my diet will then be unaccounted for. I hear things like "leafy greens" and "lean meats" are something other people regularly consume so I guess I'll give that a try. Though I don't know how I feel about something that calls itself leafy. I'm not a fucking koala bear. But this isn't the first time I've turned a blind eye to the candy (and cookie and cake and brownie and ice cream) aisle. Back when I first started working out and keeping a food log I quit the junk. My friends thought I was crazy, (I kind of run with some sugar junkies which doesn't help) but I managed a successful month or two of sans sugar and then a Red Vine corrupted me all over again and it's been a life of sugar highs ever since. These little breaks aren't meant to last forever of course, they're more an attempt to gain some control over a weakness in hopes that once I've rid my body of the habit and the craving that I can then eat sweets in moderation instead of like a whacked out kid with keys to the Sugarland Kingdom. It hasn't worked yet but like a good masochist I keep on trying.
Other things to accomplish in March will be blogging once a week, writing another short story, researching theater ownership, finish reading The Terror, submit a story to some magazines and websites, start lifting weights, and, oh yeah - world peace.
Adam wanted my first blog post back to be "about something" but pfff, what does he know? My sarcastic ramblings and lofty expectations of accomplishment are far more entertaining than an actual topic. Am I right? Yeah... I'm probably not right. But unlike in the game of Scrabble where the word "pfff" doesn't count as a word, I make the rules here. And this is what has been decided. A blog post about nothing to welcome myself back to the world of blogging. Personally, I think it's rather appropriate seeing how blogs are pointless unread mediums of creativity (or lack thereof).
Oh yeah, and today I ate a grilled cheese sandwich and a bowl of vegetable soup.
Adam the Husband wrote:
lost cousin wrote:
Fruity pebbles are still my Favorite. Good job
Psssh, "sugar junkie". I do what feels good, baby.
I admire the fortitude it takes to stand up against Big Sugar, really.
I think writing - about anything - is always extremely welcome, so I'm looking forward to the sugarless writing month. Leave the cavities to me - just give me a good weekly slice o'Heather life.
My darling Lamar, always remember: growing old is mandatory, growing up is optional. I like the optional part myself, and you know the acorn never falls far from the tree. Submit your writing and stories, it is your destiny, I know these things, you are too good at it not to be noticed. Keep up the good work Heath, you make me proud.
but....there is sugar in cookies!
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