Oh, yeah. Getting my shit together. Finishing things.
Second item finished is something I can't blog about right now, because there is a surprise involved (though the surprise is included to make me feel less shitty about taking so long to make things right. So, less of a surprise than a penance that will end up being kind of cool, but not as cool as if I hadn't been such a shithead in the first place.) Are we all clear on that? Okay, then.
I have finally decided it was time for my diet to grow up, at least a little bit. The Lucky Charms and Pop Tarts Daily Regimen tasted awesome and was sooooo happy-making, but my admittedly very small inner-adult was protesting. Not very much, because she's pretty juvenile, too, but still.
So I went to Costco on the way home from Yoga class, and now the fridge is absolutely bulging with fruits and vegetables. And yesterday, I started the day with a lumbar epidural steroid injection, which meant I couldn't drive (not that I would have anyway...that's another issue, the not wanting to leave the house, ever, thing, but one small step, you know?), so I was at home with things to eat that were GOOD FOR ME and my body felt all weird all day, probably from the anesthesia, but I like to think it was from the intestinal shock of actual nutrients.
Plus, there's that thing of feeling like a trim, graceful middle-aged woman with wonderful fashion sense who is stunned at every mirror to see this frumpy, lumpy person with formerly awesome hair that has become all dry and yucky-colored, and weighs about 25 pounds more in reality than in my imagination. How does that happen?
And saggy. Gah! I don't like the saggy at all. I once heard that there are two ways to age...to wrinkle, or to sag, and I am definitely in the latter category. Any wrinkly people out there? Would you prefer the droopy-dog look?
*Sigh* , I don't think this post turned out to be very uplifting. Maybe the whole "getting my shit together" thing required a brain-dump. Let's hope.
