I realize the above statement is no surprise for some of you, but what I meant was some days writing does not come easy.
Your brain stalls and sputters and jerks around like a car running out of gas–too bad I’m not on a hill, then I could coast. I have started on my post at least 4 times today. Sadly, nothing will congeal in my mind to form a fully developed and complete thought. It’s not for a lack of things to talk about; if you know me or have talked to me a few times, YOU KNOW I am rarely out of topics or subjects to converse about. In point of fact, I have quite a number of things that I have on my mind that I want to dedicate several different blogs to. What is my deal? I am not completely sure. I do have a few ideas.
Lately, I have pondered profusely in my down (sick) time, but I can’t follow those thoughts to a natural end. I have tried. I just keep coming up with half-way-to-finished ideas. This may have something to do with the amount of sinus medications in my system, or it could just be one of those days where the brain refuses to harmoniously synergize with me and my creative side on command.
So … I decided to do a writing drill and just start typing about what is in my head at the moment … to see where it took me. To see if I could end up with anything on paper (computer screen) that could be classified as a post, and here we find ourselves talking about my inability to write anything significant or related to my general topic of weight loss and my journey to improve the quality of my life and my health.
Today has been a day spent almost entirely in the bed. I have taken breaks to play with my Sophie girl when her mom came into my room to chat about business-related things. Love having my Sophie girl here. That makes me think of my new grand baby that will arrive sometime mid to late December. Sadly, I won’t see this baby as often as my Sophie girl, because this child will be born in Alaska. Boo Hiss! I am a doting grandparent.
I feel stuffy, puffy, itchy, bloated, and generally grumpy … how did we get here from grand babies?? I suppose a head filled with medications can equal random observations about ones self. No exercise kinda makes me feel stuffy and bloated. It could just be mental apparition. I don’t like feeling this way. I don’t think 1,112 calories consumed does a diet break … just sayin’ … but I really feel puffy. Boo Hiss! Ok, I am tired of talking in a sad-sack-manner. I just can’t tolerate sad-sack-mental fog well, even if it is me.
So … what do I focus on now? That I am really close to 170 pounds, which is beyond cool to me. I almost feel skinny these days (or most days, besides today–giggles to herself as she types this). I am so jealous of OptiFast Loser’s swimming pool right now, because I would so be in mine if I had one. Mikey is in the other room writing too, and I am getting tired of being alone so I think I will bid you all a fond ado and go bug Mikey….S