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It's tough to say whether I'm sick or just plain beaten up.
Oh, wait. Hi. I haven't been here in a while. You probably don't even remember me.
So, back to being beaten up. Or tired. Or both.
I left work this morning around 11. I was falling asleep at my desk. Granted, I didn't have any sharp tasks to complete, but there were things I needed to do. I had two cups of coffee this morning. I ate a protein bar that seems too good to be true. I had some egg whites and sunflower seed butter. I took my vitamins. I drank plenty of water. I followed the rules, but I am still sitting here in sweatpants, aj.'s thermal shirt and wool socks, feeling like I am on the precipice of being really ill & updating my LiveJournal with some semblance of intent for the first time in 14 years.
It's because blogging hasn't stuck with me. Blogging seems like some sort of shot at celebrity? It's not journaling, is it? It's "This is my web page. It has a theme. The theme is College Football" or "This is my journey to a bench press competition". That's not to say that I am not going to talk about working out, because that's pretty much all I ever do, but this is a journal. Presumably, if any of you folks are still here and you remember me, this will catch you up on my life that's been rather vague. I suppose that's the difference. A blog is: THIS IS MY WEB PAGE ABOUT CANNING! COME ONE, COME ALL READ IT! A journal is: Hey, guys, my pen still can't keep up with my brain. I missed you. Thanks for reading this.
What to expect?
Well, when I can steal the internet from my comfy spot on this couch that is now in my bedroom, you can expect posts about aj., my fiance who is a red-headed handsome devil of an awesome dude, working out a lot but more my feelings about it than numbers and whatnot, thoughts about former lovers because there are things that stick with a person & maybe about how I'm still confused about Twitter.
Oh, wait. Hi. I haven't been here in a while. You probably don't even remember me.
So, back to being beaten up. Or tired. Or both.
I left work this morning around 11. I was falling asleep at my desk. Granted, I didn't have any sharp tasks to complete, but there were things I needed to do. I had two cups of coffee this morning. I ate a protein bar that seems too good to be true. I had some egg whites and sunflower seed butter. I took my vitamins. I drank plenty of water. I followed the rules, but I am still sitting here in sweatpants, aj.'s thermal shirt and wool socks, feeling like I am on the precipice of being really ill & updating my LiveJournal with some semblance of intent for the first time in 14 years.
It's because blogging hasn't stuck with me. Blogging seems like some sort of shot at celebrity? It's not journaling, is it? It's "This is my web page. It has a theme. The theme is College Football" or "This is my journey to a bench press competition". That's not to say that I am not going to talk about working out, because that's pretty much all I ever do, but this is a journal. Presumably, if any of you folks are still here and you remember me, this will catch you up on my life that's been rather vague. I suppose that's the difference. A blog is: THIS IS MY WEB PAGE ABOUT CANNING! COME ONE, COME ALL READ IT! A journal is: Hey, guys, my pen still can't keep up with my brain. I missed you. Thanks for reading this.
What to expect?
Well, when I can steal the internet from my comfy spot on this couch that is now in my bedroom, you can expect posts about aj., my fiance who is a red-headed handsome devil of an awesome dude, working out a lot but more my feelings about it than numbers and whatnot, thoughts about former lovers because there are things that stick with a person & maybe about how I'm still confused about Twitter.