Are you trying to give me a panic attack?
This is why I can’t be on game shows, ticking of clocks (even ones in my head) drive me insane. It is usually fairly easy for me to just type my thoughts out and I like you WordPress, so I will give it a try.
Okay, so already I’ve been distracted for about five minutes, damn you attention span!!!
I’ve been thinking about starting a new blog page to chronicle my weight loss journey. I’ve convinced myself, doing it! I always see these people who start to lose weight and they only post the good stuff, how they burned hundred and hundred of calories, worked out twice in a day and ate their exact macros.
I want to talk about things like… why on Earth do my fingers swell up when I’m working out? The fact that sometimes I have to stop for a minute because my lower back hurts so much and what does that mean. Do I have a bad walk? Is my back just weak? I’ll talk about the good stuff too and post recipes. I just want someone to show the good, the bad, the lazy, the nasty sweaty booty. It might as well be me, I won’t show you my sweaty booty though, that’s gross.
Watching the rain after my workout. My calves are all muscle… be jealous. Actually don’t be, it’s very hard to find boots during the fall/winter months when your calves are this big.
How long has it been? I haven’t been keeping track of the time! I’m not good at this!
This morning, I got an email from one of my Professors. There’s no Midterm Exam and they fact that I studied for a nonexistent exam makes me want to draw on someone’s face. (I’ve been saying that a lot lately… and I hope everyone knows that I’m not talking about drawing rainbows and butterflies with bright paint and a nice smile on my face……….)
This is my expression when I say that.
**Okay, it’s been way over ten minutes… sorry.**