First Day of the Rest Of My Life #3
You know, this whole getting in shape thing is wreaking havoc on my face. This afternoon, zit number two. If this is the way it's going to go, then I'll stay flubbery and go back to nice skin. You know, I can say, "well, I'm not fit, but my skin is clear." Right now all I can say is, "I'm fat, but my face is a mess."
Today was a long one. I got home around 8:30, changed clothes, kissed Hubs goodbye as he left for work, put the kids to bed, and jumped on the elliptical. Then a minutes worth of crunches, and an upper body circuit. Read some emails, looked at Twitter, opened FaceBook, and jumped to the blog.
I figure, I'm neglecting several things, but as long as I neglect them all equally, it's all good, right? Tomorrow will be late again and the kids will be home late. Maybe I'll skip the workout and spend some quality girl-time during the bed process. No they don't need (or probably want) tucked in, but it makes me feel good. Thursday, should be a better day and Friday's are always early.
So, I can make up some husband time, girl time, writing time, laundry time, ack! Plus I sing at church this weekend. I. NEED. A. VACATION! PRONTO!!! Life is definitely living me at the moment, which I hate. And let's go back to last night's blog about living your dreams. Seriously, I will make you a deal, Hollywood. Cast me in one movie. I'll play the cranky, fat, mother-in-law from Hades. Pay me one mil. You'll never hear from me again. I promise to take my money and run. Well, can I come to one Academy Awards just so I can wear a fancy dress and pretend that the star-studded life is normal?
Then, I will return to my middle-of-nowhere life, invest the money, pay off everything else, and use what I can to write a best seller about my brief brush with fame. See, I won't argue that I need twenty million for one picture (really, who needs 20 mil?). I'll be long gone. I won't pull a Charlie Sheen and go all psycho on you presumably waxed hind quarters (that's what you do in the land of fruits and nuts, right?)...I will be but a vague memory.
Oh wait, where was I? Exercise and the rest of my life. Maybe I will argue for money, La La Land...because if I made that kind of moolah, I could hire someone to whip me into shape in a much more enjoyable way. Maybe Maksim Chmerkovskiy will tango my butt off (literally). Oh yeah, I am living the dream right now! Gotta go. Goodnight. I'm just saying...
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