I’m sick, and I’m tired, and I’m trying anyway. That’s all I can do.
I guess I’m feeling posty and candid today.
It’s funny though, because sometime around 3 am this morning, I gave serious consideration to deleting this blog.
The night is dark and full of terrors.
I spoke with a gf this morning, aka my new fitness buddy, and we decided to try the Noom 14 day free trial as an alternative to WW. I’m still doing WW, but testing out Noom concurrently. So far…I don’t see it working better than WW for me. It’s so millennial-esque in how it wants to dig into the issues that I struggle with in my weight loss journey. The Gen-X bitch inside of me wants to be like, “Shut the fuck up with the touchy feely shit. I need to track this food and move the fuck on. Mind your business!”
Unrelated: it’s weird to go back and read old blog entries (mine as well as other’s – particularly D’s ex’s blog, which I still check from time to time) knowing how it all turns out. Hindsight and all that jazz.
I’m feeling introspective. Maybe it’s my rapidly approaching 40th birthday that has me digging deep this week. Who knows.
All I know for sure is that I’m either going to keep it real here or I’m going to delete. There can be no in between. At least not right now.
On a lighter note, I thought I had an outfit in mind for Saturday’s party, but now I feel like I need something bigger. So I guess I need to go shopping tomorrow night.
It’s my party and I’ll attention whore if I want to!