For a person who hates committing to anything, who isn’t fond of publicly declaring their intentions, who just isn’t that organized and who has the attention span and/or memory of a gnat, it makes perfect sense that I’d commit to blogging again, as well as doing a 365 or 2, and while I’m at it, why don’t I throw in working on my weight and fitness again?
I know, you’ve heard it before, I’m not happy and I’m lazy and I hope the weight disappears. Well let me tell you, this 365 is making it really hard to pretend those extra rolls and chins don’t exist! And while I don’t yet have a game plan (and I do have 2 last Christmas meal/get-togethers to get through this weekend) I am hoping that I’ll manage to casually catch the transformation to a healthier me by taking a picture of myself every day.
You would think too, that it doesn’t make sense that the person who missed, by 10, their Goodreads challenge goal of 50 books for 2013 would up the 2014 goal to 70 books, but there is a method to my madness. You see, these days V is asking for longer and longer chapter books for our bedtime reads, and I’ve decided that if they’re listed, I’m adding them. So be prepared for MANY Rainbow Fairy listings.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I have some pushups to go do.
I really can’t tell you what happened to me last year, it was an overall sucktastic year and I just got to the point where I hadn’t written in so long than I couldn’t figure out if I should again, and if I did, where I should start. And I felt weird about just picking up again without addressing it, so I just…didn’t. And then Thanksgiving passed and I didn’t post. V’s birthday, no post, Christmas, same. NYE and I didn’t do a wrap up (but if I had, it would have been along these lines). And now it’s the first day of a new year, and screw it, I’m back.
I’m kicking the past 5 months or so under the carpet, let’s just pretend they were full of witty posts and funny stories or whatever drivel I usually post and move on. I may do some catch up posts, although the thought stresses me out right now. We’ll see if I can figure it out. (I’m currently posting October pictures to my Flickr so don’t think it was just the blog that was neglected!)
In the meantime, for a person who doesn’t like committing to any sort of challenges, or following rules, I’ve somehow managed to get hooked in to #365feministselfie (not only have I never done a 365 before, but selfies? yikes) we’ll see how it goes, I’m not sure if it’ll be my terrible memory or my lack of creativity that does me in, but if I make it the full year it’ll be a frickin miracle.
Enough about me, how the hell are ya?
Wonderful, honest post by Claudia.
Originally posted on Summer Solstice Musings:
In case you are out of the loop, I am currently at the hospital. Been here for almost two weeks now
But not just any hospital.
I’m at the 4 North Mental Health Unit of The Ottawa Hospital, General Campus.
Yes, that’s right. I am in a physch ward.
Now, there was a time when I would rather have died than let people know I had a mental illness. THAT’S THE STIGMA.
I would have not voluntarily gone to a hospital to admit myself . THAT’S THE STIGMA.
If hospitalized, I would have lied about the cause of my hospitalization. THAT’S THE STIGMA.
Well, I know better now. I know there is no shame in having a mental illness. I know that admitting my mental illness(es) sometimes get out of control is a brave thing. I know that reaching out for support when I need it, is not only
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This one blows my mind. And, how exactly does his head not explode?