Oh my goodness, y’all…sorry I haven’t been more present. I’ve been battling a number of short term and chronic health issues this month that have left me deflated and not feeling very creative. I could probably throw together some posts despite my ailments but I just want to give you the best of me — and feeling nowhere near my best makes writing difficult. Unfortunately my actions directly contradict my first post of the year wherein I preach to always do your best and keep in mind that your best will change from day to day. Do as I say, not as I do?
I hope that I will reach a blogging tempo soon that is comfortable for all involved, but in the interim I beseech and implore thee to “Like” My Proper Binge on Facebook and to keep in touch with me there! There you will find everything you wish you saw more of on here: motivational quotes, recipes, and interesting/possibly relevant articles about food psychology, fitness, and miscellaneous. I may even throw in some insight, witticisms, and glimpses of ‘a day in the life’ every now and again.
After all, if it’s not on Facebook, did it really happen?
These past few weeks have found me scattered, flustered, and overwhelmed.
Every day seems to present a new challenge in the form of a broken water heater, a small electrical fire, a dog (or two) in need of behavioral modification, and so on and so forth.
Then there are the constant reminders of ongoing issues… When looking in my mirror, ‘have my roots actually grown out another centimeter?’ Really need to make that hair appointment before this blonde is officially busted as a brunette. And that warning message on my dashboard “LOW TIRE PRESSURE!!!“every time I start my car. I filled you with air once? What more do you want from me??? I’ll deal with you later…once the more pressing issue of hair hue is resolved.
I’m lucky to have super supportive family and friends that keep me as sane as possible when I want to quit everything I’ve ever aspired to accomplish including my diet, my job, and my next breath. When one Carolyn texted a certain ex-roomie/current BFF, Kitty, that she was 5 seconds away from quitting her diet, her job, and her life, Kitty told her to make a list of why she should not quit those things. An angsty Carolyn exasperated, “the only reason I do any of those things is because I feel obligated!” Not a very helpful list. The next texts Carolyn received from Kitty were as follows:
I couldn’t believe that she was able to so quickly do for me what I couldn’t do for myself in my state of anxious panic. And the fact that she wrote the lists out instead of just typing them in a message meant a lot to me. It felt like *wow she really cares about my success and my current attitude and truly wants to help me feel better.*
And though Kitty didn’t make a list of reasons I should continue breathing, I would like to report that as of this post I am still breathing.